Black rubber met black road under a perfectly black sky, and the night was made all the inkier for the brilliance of the cosmic embrace. In truth, they turned together, the wheels and the galaxies beyond. The night breeze had never been this chilly or was it just the cold shackles of the brunette's now hidden trust clinking that fuelled the chills she doesn't know. But all she knows is that she would never trust again. How could she? After being lied to half of her life, and that too by that one person whom she trusted with her whole heart.
Pebbles rumbled, heart raced as the bike tires rotated hastily on the earth and all the while with frosty tears, the witch's whole life had taken a trembling turn. And it all happened in 72 hours.
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Finally, the day of trials had arrived and no one was as ecstatic as Aaliyah, besides Sirius of course. The leather jacket stuck to the witch's skin like that of a superglued broken china dish sticking to its remnants, but she wasn't going to complain about it was she? She didn't want a certain Potions master to retort with an 'I told you so' regarding her clothing choice on such a sunny day.
And she liked wearing the jacket, she always wanted one since she was little but Severus never agreed to it, Merlin knows why. Maybe it was her father's disapproval that incited her to buy the motorbike she now was sitting on, and also it went with the leather jacket, it gave her a nostalgic connection but she didn't know to whom or what. Severus yet again frowned upon it, grumbling something similar to 'buying a death machine with his money' or 'you cannot buy a motorbike just because it matched with the leather jacket'
