A Través De Mi Ventana の小説・ストーリー

Oh yess the window ! I went near the window fastly opening the curtains .I trys to open them but it's locked. I tried one more time, still jammed, in its place . Out of frustration I punched the window which resulted in my own painful fist ,damn it's hurting like bitch. And I am holding my throbbing fist with my other hand doing some kind of panda dance jumping on one leg to other in hope to reduce the pain. During my jump my eyes went towards the window again this time I noticed the outside surrounding and got shocked ,I was so busy in opening the window that I didn't notice the outside world.it feels like I am on some kind of hill because I can see the lake far from here.

NIGHT WAS SLOWLY FADING AWAY. The stars seemed to dim with the break of daylight that was slowly and calmly coming in. I stood gazing out the window in a state of utter apprehension struggling to fathom the very path that had led my life to this bleak dead end. The small wooden brown window with thin glass shatters, the place that had now become a permanent spot for me to sit and ruminate on things; ruminating on my entire existence on this Earth brought me some form of closure and comfort. It eased my internal pain and I felt everything was going to be just okay. The window that had bore witness to my bleak and sad life also bore my happiest moments.

Beautiful on the surface, suffocating underneath. I moved to the windows next, running my hands along the frames, looking for any way to open them but they were sealed shut. Probably reinforced glass that wouldn’t break even if I threw a chair at it. The view of the lake was stunning but it might as well have been a painting for all the good it did me. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and closed my eyes.

I look through the window and open the door. “Shannon?”

I run to the window, laying my palms on the cool glass and looking out at the city beyond. I have to get out of here.

Now this is the thing that tempted me, and exactly this is what I was looking for. I looked around for a second to make sure that I was alone before slowly making my way towards the windows slowly. Holding onto a glimmer of hope, I gently opened the window, only to be greeted by a breathtaking view of the garden below. It was a stunning sight, filled with a variety of vibrant flowers. And all I could see was greenery. While I would have normally appreciated the natural beauty, my heart sank when I realized that this window was not my way to freedom.

Dax's words were like a sharp knife that stabbed my heart, reopening a healing wound. His words were like salt that rubbed an open injury. It stung me, filling me with searing pain as I remembered my past. Transferring all the aggression on the windows, I scrubbed them with all my might, crying profusely. By the time I got to the brothers' window, I wiped my tears and cleaned my face with the dew that dropped on my palm. Their window was tinted in such a way that it reflected the image of the things outside only. No one would be able to see them from the inside.

· Someone had taken a picture of my window. · · From outside. · From very close. · And the message beneath it froze my heart. · “You’re next.”

“Lucifer, can you open the window?” "What?” “The window?” I repeated, pointing at the window beside me. “No.” “But I want to see the outside..” I muttered. Whenever I ride inside Rafael or Lucy’s car, I always ask them to open the window so I could get to look outside. It makes me feel better looking out seeing every scenery on the way. “Please.. Lucifer?” I pleaded.

I got up from my bed and walked towards the window. Parting the curtains to the side, the blinding light of the sun piercing through the window panes made me close my eyes for a moment. I closed my eyes tightly then opened them slowly until I got adjusted to the glare. The moment I gazed into the distance, all I could see was the rich and sprawling greeneries below the wide canopy of the sky, animated by its sailing, fluffy clouds. From where I stood, it looked like I was on top of a hill overlooking the rolling stretch of farms and plain below.