Chapter 55
Blaise Taylor My hair danced around in the onslaught of harsh air thrashing into my face as the motorbike stormed through the streets. Nik hadn't said anything since I had gotten onto the bike but I was too busy enjoying the ride to care. The scenery had seemingly changed from towns to cities to the countryside, an indicator of how far we had travelled. The suddenly salty smell of the sea, spiked my interest. The big blue then began appearing in the far distance behind domesticated houses and fields of crops. The crash of the waves grew louder as Nik took us closer to the ocean. I wished that I was driving, that this freedom was mine and that I had the choice to pick what I next wanted to do. The bike soon jerked down a quiet dirt road, that a single cottage stood at the end of.
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