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The dim hum of The Raven's Nest's neon sign cast an eerie glow on the rain-soaked pavement, beckoning in passersby like a siren's call. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of aged wood and spiced rum, a perpetual haze swirling around the patrons. Aurora Carter, or Rory to those who knew her, slid onto a stool, shaking the rain from her hair. Silas, polishing a glass with a pristine white cloth, raised an eyebrow in greeting. "Usual, love?" he asked, his deep voice a comforting constant in Rory's life. She nodded, and he began expertly mixing her a whiskey sour. As he handed her the drink, the door swung open, admitting a blast of chilled air and a drenched figure. The newcomer's eyes, scanning the room, locked onto Rory with a spark of recognition. Her grip on the glass tightened, the condensation seeping into her skin like a cold dread. "Eva?" The name escaped her lips barely above a whisper. The woman, once a bright, effervescent presence in Rory's life, now stood before her transformed. Gone was the wild tangle of curly brown hair, replaced by a sleek, platinum bob that framed a face sharper, more angular. Eva's eyes, once warm and inviting, had muted, like the color of parched earth. Only the mischievous quirk of her left eyebrow remained, a haunting reminder of the girl she once was. Eva's gaze lingered on Rory before she made her way over, each step deliberate, as if savoring the hesitation between them. Silas, sensing the tension, excused himself to attend to another customer, leaving the two women alone in their bubble of unease. "Aurora Carter, as I live and breathe," Eva said, a husky undertone to her voice, sliding onto the stool beside Rory. Her eyes roamed over Rory's face, as if searching for something. "Still as beautiful as ever, I see." Rory's smile felt forced, a fragile facade. "Eva, it's... been a while." Eight years, to be exact, since they'd parted ways after university, each chasing dreams that, for Rory, had turned into fleeting shadows. "I'll say," Eva replied, signaling Silas for a drink. "You're looking... settled. I wasn't sure what to expect after the chaos you left behind in Cardiff." The implication hung in the air, a challenge. Rory's fingers drummed a staccato beat on the counter, a betraying sign of her growing discomfort. "I've managed. You know how it is. Life happens." "Oh, I do," Eva said, her voice laced with a mix of longing and resentment. "It's been... enlightening, watching from afar as you distanced yourself from everything we once shared. The firebrand of Cardiff University, reduced to... this." Rory's gaze dropped, the whiskey sour suddenly too acidic on her tongue. Eva's words weren't entirely unfair; the ghosts of her past, including the abusive Evan, had driven her to seek solace in anonymity. But there was more, a depth to her choices that Eva, in her transformed state, might not comprehend. "Eva, what's going on with you?" Rory asked, deflecting the spotlight. "You're... different. Not just the hair." A cold, mirthless laugh escaped Eva's lips, sending a shiver down Rory's spine. "Different? That's one way to put it. Let's just say I've found my true calling, one that doesn't involve the naivety of our youth." As Eva spoke, her eyes, once bright with shared dreams and late-night conversations, now seemed to hold a world of unspoken regret, a burden Rory couldn't begin to decipher. Silas, delivering Eva's drink, cast them a thoughtful glance before retreating, sensing the fragile balance of their interaction. The two women sipped their drinks in silence, the noise of the bar receding into the background as they delved into the unspoken. The weight of years, of choices made and paths diverged, hung between them, a palpable barrier. "Eva, we used to talk about everything," Rory began, her voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability a risk. "What happened to us? To you?" For a moment, Eva's mask slipped, a glimmer of the girl she once was peeking through the facade. Then, with a subtle shake of her head, the illusion was shattered, leaving only the stranger beside Rory. "Life, Aurora. It has a way of happening, no matter how loudly we protest. Sometimes, the only way forward is to let go of who we were, for better or worse." The statement hung in the air, a melancholic truth that neither dared to challenge. As the night wore on, enveloped in the comfortable silence of The Raven's Nest, Rory realized that sometimes, the heaviest burdens are those we carry in silence, the what-ifs and maybes that define the chasm between who we were and who we've become. And in that moment, she wasn't sure which of them had changed more.