Through My Window: Across The Sea นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The window was rolled down, and the scent of the sea, drawing nearer as they approached their destination, seemed to beckon rest and tranquility. Sa unahan ng van, ang mga nobyo nila — si Kairi na siyang nagmamaneho, si Knives na nakaupo sa tabi nito, habang si Eros ay tahimik lang habang nakasandal at pinagmamasdan ang tanawin. Paminsan-minsan siya ay sumisilip sa rearview mirror kung saan sumasalubong ang kanilang mga mata ni Veronica.

Napasigaw sya at umalis sa bintana. "Close your window." Sabi ko pa sa kanya at ipinikit ng mariin ang aking mga mata. Suddenly, I can feel as if someone is staring at me from nine o'clock of my direction. Tumingin agad ako sa direksyong iyon at nakita ko agad ang isang kumikislap na bagay dahil natamaan ito ng ilaw mula sa buwan. Nasa rooftop ito ng isang residential building na pagmamay-ari ng isa sa mga professors ng Academy. Nasa isang daang metro ang layo nito mula sa akin.

As I said, it becomes my mannerism to parted the curtain on the sink to take a look across the adjacent window. Kunot ang noo ko nang makita na bukas parin ang ilaw ni Maria sa sala. I glanced toward the our grandfather clock that hanged across the wall the divided between my room and my mother's to make sure that it's really quarter to one in the dawn. Pasado ala una y medya na 'nga ng gabi kaya bakit gising pa s'ya? And as I said to her, I almost knew everything about her just like I know that she turned off her lights when she's asleep. Kaya sigurado akong gising pa s'ya.

Kinuha ko ulit ang hairbrush at mahigpit 'yong hinawakan bago ako bumaba ng kama para tingnan kung ano ang dahilan ng ingay na nanggagaling sa french window. My heart is trembling and is beating loudly as I near on it. Nanginginig ang kamay na hinawi ko ang manipis at kulay cream na kurtinang nakatabon doon. Para akong nabunutan ng tinik matapos makita na wala namang kakaiba roon. Wala na rin ang kakaibang tunog. Baka dahil lang 'yon sa puno o kung ano.

I walked to the kitchen, the cool tile floor grounding me as I reached for the bottle of red wine and poured myself a generous glass. The wine was a familiar comfort, its rich flavor enveloping my senses as I made my way to the living area. I settled on the couch, the city lights of Miami sprawling out before me through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Not far from my sight was the long white beach of Miami, its serene beauty contrasting sharply with the storm raging inside me.

Isang malaking glass window ang naroon. At sa isang iglap ay parang tumigil ang pag-ikot ng mundo ko. Nanlaki ang aking mga mata saka nanginig ang aking buong katawan. Dahil sa loob ng silid na iyon ay malinaw kong nakita si Cyrus. Nakangiti. Nakayakap. At kasalukuyang hinahalikan ang isang babae. Parang may nabasag sa loob ng dibdib ko.

I whispered to myself while looking at the mirror, my reflection. Napasabunot ako sa aking sarili at tumitig sa bintanang tinatakpan ng makapal na kurtina. Tumayo naman ako at hinawi ito, revealing the sliding glass window and the view outside. Wala naman sa sarili akong napangiti habang pinagmamasdan ang masilaw na buwan’g nag-iilaw sa kalmadong karagatan.

But just as quickly as it began, he pulled back—his expression unreadable once again. Napaiwas ako ng tingin saka nakagat na lamang ang ibabang labi. Parang bigla yatang uminit at naging awkward ang sitwasyon namin. Napatingin pa ako sa hawak na wine glass at napapatanong kung ito ba ang dahilan kung bakit bigla na lang uminit ang pakiramdam ko? “There’s a paparazzi across the street. Third window from the left.” he said in a low, steady voice.

ELISA CIANA Napa ungot ako sa pinag halong kiliti at kirot ng maramdamang may kung ano na gumagalaw sa pagkababae ko. Dahan dahan kong iminulat ang aking mga mata. Naka sirado parin ang kurtina ng window glass ng kwarto ni night pero mayroon paring pumapasok na sinag ng araw dito sa loob mula sa labas ng kurtina

A scene flashes in my head, a strong wave of a non-existent force crashes onto me, causing me to back up. I look up from the bed to the window across the room.The curtains are down, which I don't remember putting down. I remember rushing to get out of the place, desperate, and I remember leaving the room seeing the city lights from the window as the sky darkened. He did come here, and he was suffering.