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The Raven's Nest was busy for a Tuesday night. Silas maneuvered through the crowd, a stack of menus in his hand, as he took care of an upset customer. The chrome bun of the man's feathers glinted in the neon green light cast by the sign outside, and the worn wood of the bar beneath was polished by years of hands and glasses. At a table in the corner, Rory nursed a beer, alone with her thoughts. Five years. Five years and an ocean between her and everything she left behind. The bell above the door chimed again. A woman in a black dress startled Rory from her thoughts. Aqua eyes that matched her dress scanned the room. They grew wide and came to rest on Rory. Even with the years she'd put on, Rory would recognize that face anywhere. Abigail. Rory's heart mounted the steps of its throat and chewed on her tongue. Abigail had changed. Marks of sorrow and living heavy on her face, but there was a strength there, too. The lines on her face caused by laughter and smiling that Rory had always envied. Abigail walked right to her. "Rory?" The last time she'd said Rory's name, she had been standing in the kitchen watching Rory pack a bag. "I don't know where I'm going, but I need to go." "I'll sign the apartment over to you for free." Rory signed. Rory will get the divorce hurdled. Rory would put everything in a box. Now Abigail was here, pinning her down with stingy eyes. "Tre cruzaras Santo Domingo." Rory's throat was still, silencing her. Five years on and the words made her feel like a cornered animal. "People keep telling me you got kicked out of college, left your job, your car and your girlfriend for a 30 credit hour hour class. What happened, Rory?" Rory squinted, groaning. "If you talk any louder, half of London will know my business." "Then lower your voice, Rory," Abigail hissed. "Last I checked, you were going to be a lawyer. Now you're a fucking barmaid who still can't put on a microphone for the bulla bulla." "You can't heave stones, Abby." Rory muttered. "You broke off the engagement on the day of the wedding." "I'm sorry." Abigail closed her eyes and took a heavy breath. "That was a really shitty thing to say." "I'm sorry too. It wasn't... fair to say that." A full minute passed and then another one where they drank their drinks in silence. Abigail broke first. Shifting closer, she gave Rory a soft smile. "Yumi is in the wind, yeah?" Rory shrugged dully, and nodded. "Last I heard... Clyde told me she went back out to دانشگاه فوراوت." "You got any idea where she's staying at? Or if she's even in criado? Maybe you should call her, Rory." Rory sighed and shook her head. "I wish it was that easy. This guy has this group chat and we take turns reaching out and seeing if we can get in touch with her, but..." "But then nothing?" "But then nothing. All dead ends. For now, I'm just trying to stay focused on bettering myself. I've been taking these classes and I think... maybe I can go back." Abigail smiled again and this time, it wasn't bitter. This was the way things were in the beginning, before Rory came out and broke their hearts in their own ways on account of fear. It was just seconds after seven by the time Silas came back from checking on the men in the corner. Instead of fish and chips, though they were still coming, he brought over a plate of pastelitos. "There is a difference, you know, between something that is difficult and something that is good." Rory blinked and looked down at the pastelitos. Her eyes stung. She turned to Abigail. "I'm glad you came, Abby." "I'm glad I did too." They continued to talk, and talk, until pastelitos turned to empanadas and empanadas turned to café con leche and café con leche turned to a midnight chat on a bench in the park, like old times. The air was cold and crisp but neither of them were bothered by it. Rover smiled and Abigail, well, she grinned. "Call me soon, yeah?" Sul選手 pushed her hair out of her face. "We got to pick up where we left off." Rory nodded. "I will. And Abby?" "Yeah?" "I'm sorry. For so many things. But Abby?" Abigail cleared her throat. "Yeah?" "I'm really glad we had tonight. Really glad we could talk." Abigail smiled that wide, bee-stung smiled Rory had drunk in for years. "Me too, Murdock. Chúpa mi gulo!" Rory tsked at her, but her laughter broke free. She watched as Abigail walked off into the night, feeling better than she had in a long time.