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Aurora Carter pushed open the heavy wooden door of The Raven's Nest, the familiar creak echoing in the dimly lit bar. The green neon sign outside had drawn her in like a moth to a flame, a beacon in the foggy London night. She shook off the drizzle from her black coat and scanned the room. The walls, adorned with old maps and black-and-white photographs, seemed to whisper stories of the past. She made her way to the bar, her eyes adjusting to the low light. Silas Blackwood, the bar's owner, stood behind the counter, polishing a glass. His hazel eyes met hers, and a warm, knowing smile spread across his face. "Rory," he greeted, his voice a gravelly rumble. "It's been a while." "Too long, Si," she replied, sliding onto a barstool. "How's the knee?" "Still creaky, but it gets me by," he said, tapping his leg with a wry grin. "What brings you here tonight?" "Needed a break from the usual," she said, glancing around. "And maybe a drink." Silas nodded and poured her a whiskey, neat. "On the house." She took a sip, savoring the burn. "Thanks." As she settled into the familiar comfort of the bar, the door opened again, and a figure stepped inside. Aurora's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the man who had just walked in. It was Evan, her ex. He looked different—older, more worn—but there was no mistaking him. Evan's eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Aurora, they widened in surprise. He hesitated for a moment before making his way over to her. "Aurora," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I didn't expect to see you here." "Neither did I," she replied, her tone cool. "What brings you to The Raven's Nest?" "Just passing through," he said, sliding onto the stool next to her. "Needed a drink." Silas, sensing the tension, moved to the other end of the bar, giving them some space. Evan ordered a beer and took a long sip before turning to Aurora. "You look good." "Thanks," she said, not meeting his gaze. "You look... different." "Life has a way of doing that," he said with a bitter chuckle. "How have you been?" "Busy," she replied. "Working, trying to move on." "From me?" he asked, his voice softening. "From everything," she said, finally looking at him. "You?" "Same," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I've been trying to make amends, fix things." "Some things can't be fixed," she said, her voice hardening. "You know that better than anyone." He winced, the weight of her words hitting him. "I know I hurt you, Aurora. I was a different person back then." "Were you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or are you just saying that because it's what you think I want to hear?" "I've changed," he insisted. "I've been through a lot since we last saw each other." "Like what?" she asked, her curiosity piqued despite herself. He took a deep breath. "I lost my job, my apartment. I hit rock bottom. It made me realize how much I took for granted, how much I hurt the people I cared about." Aurora studied him, searching for any sign of the man she once loved. "And now?" "Now I'm trying to rebuild," he said. "One step at a time." She nodded, taking another sip of her whiskey. "It's not easy, is it?" "No," he admitted. "But it's worth it." They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared history hanging between them. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" he asked quietly. "Sometimes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I try not to dwell on it. It's in the past." "Do you regret it?" he asked, his eyes searching hers. "Leaving you?" she asked, meeting his gaze. "No. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but it was the right thing." He nodded, his shoulders slumping. "I understand." "Do you?" she asked, her tone challenging. "Do you really?" "I do," he said, his voice firm. "I know I can't change the past, but I can try to be better in the future." "Actions speak louder than words, Evan," she said, finishing her drink. "You know that." "I do," he repeated. "And I'm willing to prove it." She sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "We'll see." Silas returned, sensing the conversation had reached a natural pause. "Another round?" Aurora shook her head. "I should get going." Evan looked at her, a mixture of hope and regret in his eyes. "Can we talk again? Maybe over coffee?" She hesitated, then nodded. "Maybe. But don't expect miracles." "I won't," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Just a chance." She stood, pulling her coat around her. "Goodnight, Evan." "Goodnight, Aurora," he said, watching her leave. As she stepped out into the cool night air, she took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. The past was a heavy burden, but maybe, just maybe, the future held a glimmer of hope.