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The doorbell echoed through the cluttered flat, a shrill cry cutting through the late-night silence. Aurora, buried under a mountain of research notes, barely heard it over Ptolemy's purring. She glanced at the clock, her brows furrowing. It was past midnight. Who could it be? She pushed her glasses up her nose, her heart pounding an uneven rhythm as she approached the door. Three deadbolts clicked open, one by one, each a tiny explosion of anticipation in her chest. She swung the door open, revealing Lucien Moreau, leaning against the frame, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the dim hallway light. "Lucien," she breathed, surprise coloring her voice. "What are you doing here?" He offered her a small smile, his gaze sweeping over her, taking in the messy bun, the oversized sweater, the bare feet. "Aurora," he said, his voice a low rumble, like distant thunder. "You look...well-fed." She rolled her eyes, stepping aside to let him in. "Charming as ever, I see." She closed the door behind him, the locks snapping back into place. "What brings you to my humble abode?" Lucien glanced around the flat, his eyes lingering on the stacks of books, the ancient scrolls, the chalkboard filled with symbols and notes. "I've been trying to reach you," he said, turning back to her. "Your phone seems to be...unavailable." Aurora shrugged, picking up her phone from the coffee table. "Dead," she admitted, plugging it into the charger. "I've been...preoccupied." Lucien nodded, his gaze flicking to the chalkboard. "I can see that." He paused, then asked, "How have you been, Aurora?" She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "Fine. Busy. You?" "Much the same," he replied, his gaze never leaving hers. "I've been thinking about our last conversation." Aurora's heart skipped a beat. Their last conversation had ended in a heated argument, words left unsaid, feelings left unchecked. She had walked away, leaving him standing alone in the rain, his eyes reflecting a storm of his own. "I see," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "And what conclusion did you reach?" Lucien took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "That I was an idiot." Aurora raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, that's a start." He chuckled, the sound warm and unexpected. "I should have handled things differently," he said, his gaze intense. "I should have told you...things." Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching as she held his gaze. "Like what?" she whispered. Lucien reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle, barely there, yet it sent a shiver down her spine. "Like how much I regret letting you walk away," he said, his voice barely audible. "Like how much I wish I had told you...how I feel." Aurora's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding wildly. She could feel the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to bridge the gap between them. But she held back, her pride a barrier she couldn't seem to breach. "And how do you feel, Lucien?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucien's gaze never wavered, his expression serious. "I feel like I made the biggest mistake of my life," he said, his voice raw. "I feel like I should have told you that I...that I care about you, Aurora. More than I can express." Aurora's heart swelled, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She had waited so long to hear those words, had wondered so many times if he felt the same way. And now, here he was, standing in her flat, telling her exactly what she had longed to hear. "But you didn't," she said, her voice steady despite the emotions raging within her. "You let me walk away." Lucien's expression darkened, regret etched into the lines of his face. "I know," he said, his voice laced with pain. "And I regret it every day." Aurora looked at him, her gaze searching his face, looking for any sign of insincerity. But all she saw was honesty, raw and unguarded. She took a deep breath, her decision made. "Well," she said, her voice steady. "You're here now." Lucien's eyes lit up, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I am," he agreed, his voice soft. Aurora took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. "And you've said your piece." "I have," he replied, his gaze never leaving hers. Aurora reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping his lips. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, a soft, tentative kiss. Lucien's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing, with regret, with all the things left unsaid. It was a kiss that promised a fresh start, a new beginning. When they finally pulled apart, their breaths were ragged, their hearts pounding in sync. Lucien rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've missed you, Aurora," he whispered. She smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. "I've missed you too, Lucien," she replied, her voice soft. "But don't think this means I'll go easy on you." He chuckled, his eyes opening to meet hers. "I wouldn't expect anything less," he said, his gaze filled with promise. "Now, how about we start over?" Aurora nodded, her heart filled with hope. "I think that's a wonderful idea," she said, her voice filled with conviction. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the past faded away, leaving only the promise of a new beginning.