DIORA
Gray seemed to be testing the waters when we rode out of my neighborhood with the way he drove at a considerably high speed. When we took a different turn and began riding towards the direction I presumed to be the outskirts of town, there was a heady rush of excitement that fired me up, which was very weird because he was practically taking me to where I wasn't familiar with.
But, I trusted Gray. A lot more than I ought to.
The cords that constrained the reckless side of him were ripped to shreds when he increased the speed at which he was riding, eliciting a yelp from me. The once-tall Redwood trees that lined up at the sides of the road slowly blurred into oblivion and it rendered me so dizzy that I could barely make out anything anymore. The cold breeze occasionally swept past
