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The green neon sign buzzed above the entrance, casting a sickly pallor over the wet pavement of Soho. Inside The Raven's Nest, the air hung heavy with the scent of stale tobacco and polished oak. Old maps lined the walls, their edges curling like dried leaves under the dim light of the sconces. Black-and-white photographs captured moments long dead, faces staring out from the shadows. Rory wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. Her bright blue eyes tracked the reflection in the polished surface. The small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist caught the light as she twisted the fabric. She lived above this place, yet the floorboards felt foreign beneath her boots tonight. The delivery shift ended an hour ago, but the quiet of the flat felt suffocating. The bell above the door chimed. Rory looked up. A woman stepped out of the rain, shaking water from a dark coat. She wore a scarf wrapped tight around her neck, hiding the lower half of her face. Her hair fell in a straight curtain, black and shoulder-length, just like Rory's. The woman froze. She pulled the scarf down. Rory set the glass on the bar. The sound rang out, sharp and sudden. Eva stood in the doorway. Water dripped from her shoulders onto the worn floorboards. Her eyes widened, searching the dim room until they locked onto Rory. You look the same. Rory leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. The scar on her wrist pressed against her skin. You look different. Eva moved further into the room. The neon light from outside reflected in her pupils. She stopped a few feet from the bar, keeping her hands in her pockets. Cardiff was cold last winter. Rory picked up another glass. She didn't wipe it. She just turned it over in her hands. I heard. Eva laughed. The sound lacked warmth. It cracked in the middle. You heard. The bar remained silent. A clock on the wall ticked, marking seconds that neither woman wanted to waste. Rory set the glass down hard. Why are you here? Eva looked around the room. She traced the edge of a map with her eyes. She saw the photographs. She saw the green sign buzzing through the window. I needed a drink. I needed to find you. Rory walked around the bar. Her boots made no sound on the wood. She stopped in front of Eva. You found me. Eva reached out. Her hand hovered near Rory's arm. She pulled back before skin touched skin. I thought about calling. I thought about writing. Rory turned away. She walked to the back of the room where the shadows pooled deeper. Evan told me you left. He told me you ran. Rory's hand tightened on the edge of a table. The wood groaned under her grip. Evan talks too much. Eva stepped closer. The rain on her coat smelled like ozone and city grime. He said you were scared. He said you couldn't handle it. Rory spun around. Her blue eyes flashed. He said a lot of things. He broke my wrist once. Eva flinched. She looked at the scar on Rory's wrist. I didn't know. Rory looked at her friend. The years sat between them like a physical wall. You stayed. Eva pulled her hands out of her pockets. They trembled slightly. I had to. Rory walked back to the bar. She opened a drawer and took out a bottle. She poured two fingers into a tumbler. She slid it across the wood toward Eva. Drink. Eva picked up the glass. She didn't drink. She held it like a shield. Do you hate me? Rory leaned her elbows on the counter. She watched the condensation form on the glass. I don't have time for hate. Eva took a sip. She winced. The burn showed on her face. I saw your father's name in the paper. He's still arguing cases. Rory nodded. He's proud. Eva set the glass down. I'm not. Rory looked at her. The neon light flickered overhead. What do you want, Eva? Eva looked down at the bar top. The wood grain looked like a map of a place neither of them knew. I want to know if you're happy. Rory laughed. It was a dry sound. Happy. Eva looked up. Her eyes were red-rimmed. I left everything for you. I left the flat. I left the job. Rory stood up straight. You left because I asked you to. Eva shook her head. I left because I was scared of what you would do if I stayed. Rory walked to the window. The rain streaked the glass, blurring the street below. I did what I had to do. Eva stood up. She walked to the window beside her. You ran. Rory turned to face her. I survived. Eva reached out and touched Rory's arm. Her fingers were cold. Survival isn't living. Rory pulled her arm away. She walked back to the bar. Silas told me you came in. Eva blinked. Silas? Rory poured herself a drink. He owns this place. Eva looked around again. I didn't know. Rory took a sip. The alcohol burned a path down her throat. He knows a lot of things. Eva leaned against the bar. She looked tired. I need to stay for a bit. Rory nodded. She picked up the rag again. Sit down. Eva pulled out a stool. She sat. She watched Rory wipe the counter. Do you ever think about going back? Rory stopped wiping. She looked at the spot where she had been cleaning. No. Eva looked at the maps on the wall. I think about it every day. Rory put the rag down. She walked to the back room. She opened the door to the hidden space behind the bookshelf. It's not safe there. Eva stood up. She walked toward the door. I know. Rory stepped aside. She let Eva pass. Eva walked into the shadows. She looked around the small room. The air smelled like old paper and dust. This is where you hide. Rory closed the door behind her. This is where I work. Eva turned around. She looked at Rory. You changed. Rory leaned against the doorframe. We all change. Eva walked closer. She stopped inches away. I'm scared. Rory looked at her. Why? Eva looked down. Because you're not the girl I knew. Rory looked at the scar on her wrist. That girl died in Cardiff. Eva reached out. She touched the scar. I remember the day it happened. Rory pulled her hand away. Don't. Eva stepped back. Her hands went to her pockets. I just wanted to see you. Rory crossed her arms. You saw me. Eva looked at the door. Can I stay? Rory looked at the clock on the wall. For now. Eva sat down on a crate in the corner. She pulled her knees to her chest. Tell me about London. Rory walked to the corner of the room. She picked up a file from a shelf. It's loud. Eva nodded. Like Cardiff. Rory opened the file. Louder. Eva looked at the file. What's that? Rory closed the file. Work. Eva looked away. I don't have work. Rory put the file back on the shelf. You need a job. Eva laughed. It was a bitter sound. I know. Rory walked to the door. She opened it. Come on. Eva stood up. She followed Rory out of the room. The bar was empty. The neon sign buzzed outside. Eva stopped at the door. Where are we going? Rory opened the door. Home. Eva looked at the rain. I can't go back. Rory stepped into the rain. Then stay here. Eva stepped out. She looked at Rory. I don't know where here is. Rory looked at the street. It's London. Eva walked beside her. It feels like Cardiff. Rory pulled her collar up. It's not. Eva looked at the scar on Rory's wrist. I'm sorry. Rory didn't answer. She kept walking. The rain fell harder. The green light from the sign washed over them. Eva stopped. Wait. Rory turned. What? Eva looked at the building. Is that where you live? Rory nodded. Above the bar. Eva looked up. I saw the light. Rory looked at the window. It's always on. Eva looked at Rory. Why? Rory started walking again. Because I'm awake. Eva followed. For how long? Rory didn't answer. She reached for the door handle. Inside. Eva stepped into the hallway. The air smelled like cleaning products and old wood. Rory opened the door to the flat. It's small. Eva walked in. She looked at the single bed. It's enough. Rory closed the door. Sit. Eva sat on the edge of the bed. I can't sleep. Rory sat in the chair. You don't have to. Eva looked at the window. The rain stopped. Rory looked out. It never stops. Eva looked at Rory. Do you miss him? Rory looked at her. Who? Eva looked down. Evan. Rory stood up. No. Eva stood up. Then why did you keep the scar? Rory walked to the window. It's not a keepsake. Eva walked to the window. It's a reminder. Rory turned. It's a fact. Eva looked at her. I'm leaving. Rory looked at the door. When? Eva looked at the bed. Tomorrow. Rory nodded. Okay. Eva walked to the door. Will you be here? Rory looked at the scar. I'm always here. Eva opened the door. Goodnight. Rory didn't answer. Eva stepped out. The door closed. Rory walked to the bed. She sat down. The room was quiet. She looked at the scar. She touched it. The wall was cold. She stood up. She walked to the window. The street was empty. She closed the curtain. The room went dark. She sat on the bed. She waited. The clock ticked. She closed her eyes. The silence grew. She opened her eyes. The room was dark. She stood up. She walked to the door. She opened it. The hallway was empty. She closed the door. She walked to the window. The street was dark. She sat down. She waited. The clock ticked. She closed her eyes. The silence grew. She opened her eyes. The room was dark.