Conor & Eimile: Rekindled

Since Conor had left Lisbern over a year ago, Eimile had changed. With the money Conor had given her, she opened a high-end clothing store, which turned out to be quite successful due to her keen eye for fashion. Although her life felt somewhat lacking, she pushed that feeling aside. As Eimile reached into her bag to retrieve her keys, her hand froze. The scent of cigarettes hung in the air. She was the only tenant on this floor, so where was the smell coming from? And why did it feel so familiar? Eimile turned her head, catching sight of the half-opened door leading to the stairwell. ‘Who’s there?’ she called out, her voice activating the motion-sensor lights. Eimile cautiously approached the stairwell door. Conor, unable to contain himself any longer, extinguished his cigarette on a nearby trash can and strode out of the door, taking bold steps. ‘What are you doing here?’ Conor’s sudden appearance startled Eimile. Hadn’t he vowed never to seek her out again, to ignore her existence c