AUTHOR'S POV
SMOKE ERUPTED FROM THE EXHAUST of the motorbike as Gabriel skidded to a stop in front of his quaint home.
Sydney coughed as she got down from the bike. “ I think your bike is mad at me." Sydney laughed and coughed.
“ Nah, It's been long since I took it for maintenance.” Gabriel choked out as they walked into the house.
Sydney's eyes scrutinized the house as they walked in. She didn't pay much attention to the little details the last time she came. Her eyes were too clouded with tears for her to, and it was sundown.
The living room seemed less like where a poacher inhabited. The obsolete designs give Sydney a sense of inner warmth. She could live here, far from civilization, and wouldn't even care.
It was so tiring being a cynosure.
Sydney looked at the portraits of mountains, plateaus, highlands, and lowlands as Gabriel excused himself.