A Través De Mi Ventana の小説・ストーリー

I looked out of the window where trees and people blur pass. I'm coming to you. Trevor.

I sat down heavily on the chair as I looked out into the streets through the window. What will I do now?

He slammed the door shut and turned the key, leaving me alone to ponder this bit of news. I returned to the darkened window and did my best to peer through its opaqueness at the world outside. It was night now, making it easier to depict the crowded street with its lights and intense glitter. Everything was hazy, as if a world away, but it gave me some semblance of comfort and connection to know it was there. It was like looking through a time warp. I tried again to open the window, but it wouldn’t budge.

Barren trees, dry leaves, the brilliantly bright and fresh snow and the sensual moon. My steps towards the source had to be slower than I wanted to, but in my mind I wanted to run and sprint towards the kitchen where it came from. It confused me though. How was it possible? The windows all around the house were nothing but glass window panes framed in wood. There were no latches or any sort of way to swing or slide them open. So how was this possible?

I glanced out the window to see the girl still staring into my window as if the tinted glass would suddenly turn into a see through glass which would enable her be able to see me. I scoffed.

I long for the warmth of light. So I put my feet on the carpet and inched my way to the window. I leaned my body against the window frame. The morning breeze gently blows on my face. Through the window, I could see a large area of coconut trees swaying in the wind. Further away, I could see silver sand beaches and surging water.

Patricia's POV I woke up in the middle of the night after notice my window's curtain is swaying through the wind, and then I remember I close that window before I went to bed. I scratch my eyes before approaching it to close, but my eyes was immediately captivated by the moon. It has dazzling light that comfort me and that's what I really need at this hour.

Could he have entered my room through the window? My eyes flicker to the window, trying to make sense of it. Then, it hit me. Of course. He must have climbed the tree outside, and then used it to enter my window. "You are nuts," I say, my head shaking in disbelief. "Why on earth would you go through the window to get into my room?" "I had to find a way to see you," He answers, keeping his tone casual, as though breaking into my room is the most normal thing in the world.

I looked at the man standing by the window. “Let them,” I rasped. “They will have to get through me first.”

How? I turned my head slowly, and there he was. My breath caught in my throat as fear washed over me in waves. “I know what you’re thinking right now,” he said, his voice low and shockingly calm. He pointed toward the window, which was now open with broken glass glinting faintly in the moonlight. “I passed through the window.”