Through My Window: Across The Sea Novels & Stories

The bed was pretty big, so I couldn‘t stop myself from lying down, even though I hadn’t even organized my things yet. The salt air came in from the big open window and reached my nostrils. It’s good that the window faces Palawan’s wide blue ocean. It’s so relaxing. So, I didn’t realize that I had drifted off to sleep. I woke up to the sound of something scraping against the window. I slowly opened my eyes and looked straight towards the window. The outside was bright, and the wind blowing in from the sea was stirring the white see-through curtains. There were also shells hanging there as decorations.

Hermosa's POV I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the trees blur into a dark smudge against the horizon. My arm throbbed where the needle had pierced me—a dull reminder of the life I’d just drained out of myself for people who looked at me like a meal.

I walk to the window and, surprisingly, it opens. One small detail, the window is not very big. It's long but not very wide. I don't think my gigantic ass would fit through there. "You go first," I say to Marea, watching around us to make sure we’re safe. Mar agrees and squeezes through the window with difficulty, even more than I expected, "Come on, Marea, don't play, just get in."

Chapter 7. Moving Again Cool autumn gusts of wind blew across my face, ruffled my dry, tangled hair and carried the smell of the sea. Leaning on the windowsill, Leah leaned out into the street. She examined the neighbor's window with slightly watery eyes, wondering to herself what was hidden behind the thick curtains. The wooden frame, covered with a thick layer of white paint, had small cracks in the corners with dust settled in them. And the glass itself, washed by frequent rains, became covered in dirty stains.

That room always gave me chills. The hot coffee runs down my throat. Bitter and strong. Just like the memories of Max that haunt me. I walk through the house until I find another hallway. There's a glass door that leads me to the side of the house, with hanging plant arrangements and a wrought-iron balcony. I can see the stairs that lead us down to the sand by the sea. The sky is still dark, and the waves seem violent. They say the waves wash away all ills, it's like having your soul washed by them, but I don't really believe that.

Colin came out when he heard the car and said: come and see it from inside. He went inside. The corrected east window in the October morning. The October sea through the new window at forty centimetres — the everywhere-at-once coastal light entering the room through the hundred and forty centimetre opening at the correct height, the October grey-green at the level of the attending face. He stood in the middle of the classroom and looked at the window and looked at the October sea through it and said nothing. The October sea was correct.

The⁠ scent of ro‍ses drifted from somewhere un⁠seen. I walked t⁠o the window. Out‍side was not‍ the city. It was a⁠ cl‌iffsi⁠de estate, perched a⁠b⁠ove a restless sea. Waves cr⁠ash‌ed b‌elow, throw‌ing u⁠p mist that touched the glass. Th‌e world looked ope‌n, but I‌ coul‍d see it now—the high iron fence curling ar⁠ound the property⁠,⁠ the faint shimmer of cam‍eras in the corners.

I laughed as I stared at the paper before walking to the window. Inhaling deeply and letting it out, I peered out of the opened window. It had a great view. From my front view, I could see different kinds of trees swaying around as the gentle wind blew it; the main gate was at my right-hand side. Although I needed to squint to see it clearly. I believed that was because the distance from a bit farther. At my left view was the sea. I saw waves crashing on rocks and wished I could hear them.

Deanna said. “He did what? How high was the window?” he asked. “It was a second-floor window, and he held me by the back of my pants out the window. I was screaming to put me down.” Deanna said as she remembered the incident clearly, and she could even feel the pain of what happened next. “What happened?” Max could read the pain that was on her face by just remembering it.

I roll onto my side and stare at the window, where the sea glitters innocently beyond thick glass. Inside, I have a devil with a contract and a one‑year promise. Outside, I have a world starting to wonder if I’ve been swallowed whole. And somewhere between the two, my name is turning into a ghost all over again.