They walked to the garage in silence... it wasn’t awkward but Thalia felt tense. Stopping outside the Garage she folded her arms irritated “What are we doing here..?” she asked as a wave of nausea hit her... she was feeling really nervous.
“You’ll understand once we go inside... Please.” Adrien said gesturing for her to go inside. Thalia gave a small nod and walked through the garage stopping in front of a beautiful motorcycle. She inhaled sharply shocked, nervous and sad all at the same time. “What’s this?” she asked her voice slightly shaky.
“This is yours...before my son died he was in the process of designing a custom motorcycle for you... I found the plans when we moved, for months I couldn’t go inside his room and I never touched anything I kept it all the same... I couldn’t bring myself to change anything. But when we moved I finally realised I had to.. and that's when I found the sketches and plans. I contacted the shop he was working with and guy said they still had it so I went there giving them the last of the plans and they finished it.”
“It's beautiful,” she said unable to say anything else... “I can’t believe he made a bike for me... Its kind of Ironic” she said as a tear slid down her cheek.
“It's yours.. so If you want it.. you’re welcome to take it. I know riding maybe the last thing you’d want to do but you don’t have to ride it..”
“No..no.. I’ll take it” Thalia sniffed “I’ll take it.”