Chapter 25: Yinyang

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We are not meant to be perfect. We are meant to be whole.

The wind chimes took over the silence of the room as the door opens, "You both take care." Eve patted their heads.

"Thank you we'll get going." Zach responded while kissing her forehead.

They started walking towards their bikes, "Someone wants to meet you." Zach broke the tranquility.

Azriella covered herself with the leather jacket that her mom gave her, "Who?"

Zacharius smirked as he hopped on, "You'll see just follow me." He said and wore his helmet. As he ignited his engine, his motor roared like a monster when he launches towards the road. A smirk form into her plum lips, sexy. She followed him.

The machine sounds blasting, the controls are a sublime connection, Azriella sharply took a breath as she wanders her eyes around, the dangers are real. All the while their timing turns, leaning, accelerating, and enjoying the rags of the spook-grey mist drifted and ghosted, glided and dangled on their skin.

Zacharius lowered his speed to reach her from behind. "Enjoying the mist?" Zacharius chuckled, a black thick smoke mixed with the white mist as she accelerated from her gear. "Yes loser." Azriella's voice dimmed away from him. Zacharius clutch to his fourth gear and reached 40 mph. The game is on. He said to his mind making his lips form into this taunting smirk.

He immediately clutched into his fifth gear and easily caught her pace. "Never underestimate the power of my duke." He said beside her. "I never did." She responded as they both slowed down.

He already saw his house guard opening the gates, he blasts one last time before entering his substantial garage. Azriella followed his trail until she reached its gate. "Is this yours?" She exclaimed while examining every car inside his garage, with the details of it-- she guessed. A matte black ford mustang, a midnight blue Nissan skyline, wow... The most outstanding color caught her soul, A scarlet dodge charger. She admired on her mind.

"Stop eyeing on my babies." Zacharius laughed as he tapped her helmet.

Azriella rolled her eyes and unbuckled her helmet, "Is this yours? All of it?"

Zacharius chuckled as he nodded for a response, "Let's go." He pulled her wrist towards the vinyl two-way door. She wandered her eyes around the exterior of the newly built house as it leans into the light, as if it seeks the warmth, as if it soaks that golden energy into its very walls. The spatial garden was filled with numerous plants, the landscape was beautifully made, it looks like a professional touched the whole area.

"My grandma did all of that." A tone of being victorious ran through his tone. As he grabbed the metal doorknob it opened the wooden door, the serenity of the substantial living room welcomed her as she stepped in, it fills with gray furnitures and a plasma televison.

"Hey—" An old woman cut her own words as she sees the two young fellows standing right through the door.

"Good evening." Azriella bowed down.

"Is this the Azi?" Mary exclaimed and covered her mouth with her hands. She hopped on her way, "Come here!" Mary sprinted towards her and wrapped her around her arms.

"Mary..." Zach scratched his nape.

"I'm sorry. Did I squeeze you too hard?" Mary mumbled.

Azriella chuckled while glancing at her pale aqua green eyes, he got them from her... She said to herself. "N-no it's okay." She stutters.

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