The Woman In The Window の小説・ストーリー

"Buy up the trending topics for the entire year. I want everyone in the country to recognize those two. Yes, even a stray dog!" No sooner had I finished speaking than Marie appeared, blocking me in the parking lot with several others. She waved her hand. Someone quickly brought over a large case, and with a click, the lid popped open. The dim parking lot was suddenly flooded with blinding, golden light. She smiled at me and tried to apologize.

Inside it was a tiny glowing silver leaf, a small silver leaf. Maya looked back at the hospital. High up in a window a woman was standing, a woman in a coat. She wore a coat and held a giant pen, a big pen. The woman pointed the pen at the sky the sky. "If the story is over and the dream is finished then who is the woman in the window writing the words?"

Thirty-two floors down the street was doing its ordinary Wednesday morning things — people, a delivery truck, the organized chaos of a city going about its business. And then. Across the street. Standing completely still on a moving pavement in a way that nobody stood still. A woman in dark sunglasses and a coat I had never seen, her hair slightly different from mine but her face — even from thirty-two floors up, even behind the glasses — My face. My exact face. She looked up at the window. She raised one hand — not a wave, just an acknowledgment. Just: I see you. I need you to understand I am real and this is not a bluff.

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J

"That's very kind of you. You can leave them on the desk." I walked in. I kept my eyes forward, set the cloth down on the edge of his desk, and told myself very firmly not to look at the woman by the window. I looked at the woman by the window. She was watching me. She was.... there was no other word for it.... stunning. The kind of face that stopped you without asking permission, sharp and elegant and completely certain of itself. Her hair was dark, her eyes were light, and she held herself with the particular stillness of someone who had learned to take up exactly as much space as they intended to and not a fraction more.

Their dark eyes swept the room and landed on Elena. "That's her." One out of the two Ninjas pointed at Elena and they jumped inside the room, behind them they saw many ninjas running towards the room and some were jumping down from the sky. Before their feet would touch the ground, they were sent flying out of the window by Shadows to the very surprise of the three ladies in the room. The Shadows then became a shield on the window, preventing the Ninja's from coming inside. "What's that?" Elena whispered. "I don't know, but whatever it is, it is on our side." Jess responded.

It looked like a flipping beehive. We watched as an older man came into the room and took the woman by the waist. He buried his nose in her nape, then began groping her chest as she protested. All of a sudden, the windows in the great room exploded, crashing inward. The woman’s eyes were a vivid violet as she seethed in the started man’s arms.

My name? And who the hell would erase me? The sound of tires in snow snapped my focus. Then I heard it—footsteps. Heavy boots on the wood. I ran to the window. Ghost. And someone else was behind him. A woman. She wore tight black pants, leather gloves, and a cigarette dangling from her mouth. Long red curls, a gold chain around her neck, and a walk like she owned every man who ever pissed her off. She saw me watching. And winked.