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The soft glow of the distinctive green neon sign above The Raven's Nest cast an eerie light on the rain-soaked pavement. Inside, the dimly lit bar hummed with hushed conversations and the occasional clinking of glasses. Aurora Carter, known to the patrons as Rory, polished a mug with a white apron wrapped around her waist, her bright blue eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of familiarity and detachment. It was a typical Thursday evening at Silas' bar, with the regulars nestled in their favorite corners, lost in their own worlds. As she slid the polished mug onto the tray, Rory's gaze drifted towards the entrance, where a drenched figure shook off the rain, sending droplets flying in all directions. The figure stepped into the warm light, and for a moment, Rory's hands froze, the mug hovering above the counter. The newcomer's eyes, a deep shade of brown she had never forgotten, met hers, and time seemed to stall. "Eva?" Rory's voice barely made it past her lips, the name more a question than a statement. Eva, Rory's childhood friend and confidante, stood at the threshold, her once curly brown hair now straightened and reaching down to her hips. The bright smile that had been etched in Rory's memory was still there, but it seemed more restrained, as if held back by invisible threads. Eva's gaze, however, was unchanged – warm and inviting, with a deep understanding that only comes from shared summers, sleepovers, and countless secrets. Rory's apron was forgotten on the counter as she navigated through the patrons, her long, straight black hair swaying behind her. The two women met in a tight, wordless embrace, the kind that spoke volumes of missed time and unspoken emotions. "Table by the window?" Silas' deep voice interrupted, his hazel eyes observing the reunion with a hint of curiosity. "On the house, of course." Without waiting for a response, Silas led them to a secluded table, where the sounds of the bar were muted by the patter of rain against the windowpane. A bottle of red wine and two glasses appeared, courtesy of Silas' silent efficiency. "Well, well, well. Look what the storm brought in," Rory said, her attempt at lightness tinged with the weight of unasked questions. Eva laughed, a melodic sound that brought back memories of late-night giggles and dreams shared under starry skies. "Just passing through, thought I'd drop by to see how my favorite delivery girl was doing." Their hands met across the table, fingers intertwining in a gesture that was both familiar and foreign. The simplicity of the touch belied the complexity of emotions it stirred. "You look... different," Rory ventured, her eyes roving over Eva's transformed appearance. The once vibrant, eclectic fashion sense had given way to a more subdued, professional look. "Corporate world," Eva explained, a hint of resignation creeping into her voice. "Uniforms are just the beginning, I assure you." Rory's grip tightened slightly. "You were always the rebel. What happened to 'change the world, not conform to it'?" Eva's smile wavered, and for a moment, the strmghtened hair and polished demeanor slipped, revealing glimpses of the old Eva. "Growing up, I suppose. Realizing the world doesn't always bend to idealism." The bottle of wine sat untouched between them, a silent observer to the tension that had begun to simmer just below the surface of their reunion. "How long has it been?" Rory asked, her bright blue eyes seeking answers to questions she hadn't yet voiced. "Too long," Eva replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Years. Lifetimes, it feels like." The mention of time hung in the air, heavy with unspoken regrets and the paths not taken. Rory's mind wandered back to the days before her abrupt departure from Cardiff, to the nights she and Eva had shared dreams of adventure and rebellion against the mundane. "Evan?" Eva's question cut through Rory's reverie, the name of Rory's abusive ex hanging in the air like a challenge. Rory's expression turned guarded, the small, crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist seeming to throb in memory. "Ancient history. I'm good. Really." Eva's gaze lingered, searching for the truth beneath the surface. After a moment, she nodded, though the skepticism was clear in her eyes. As the night wore on, conversation flowed more easily, touching on safer topics – memories of their youth, Eva's tales of corporate battles, and Rory's stories of delivery mishaps. Yet, beneath the laughter and reminiscences, the awareness of how much they had both changed, and the unsaid words between them, formed a palpable, unbridgeable gap. In the lulls between their conversations, the rain outside seemed to intensify, drumming a melancholic beat against the windowpane, a stark reminder of the relentless passage of time and the fragility of human connections. As the evening drew to a close, Eva reached for her purse, signaling an end to their reunion. Rory walked her out, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth they had shared just hours before. Under the glow of The Raven's Nest sign, they paused, the city's nightlife swirling around them. "I'm staying in London for a while," Eva said, her voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and hope. "Maybe we can... reconnect, properly this time?" Rory's heart, once open and trusting, now guarded and wary, still yearned for the simplicity of their past. She nodded, a small, tentative smile on her lips. "I'd like that," she said, the promise hanging in the air, laden with the weight of unspoken regrets and the uncertainty of forging new paths, together. As they shared one last, heartfelt embrace, the neon sign above them cast an otherworldly glow on the wet pavement, a beacon to the complicated, intertwined paths that lay ahead, for both of them, and for their rediscovered friendship.