Novel & Cerita Through My Window: Across The Sea

LYRA The sea breathes close by. Below the terrace, the waves come to die on the rocks before retreating, patient, eternal. The wind passes over my skin, lifts the sheers, glides through my hair. Each breath seems to say: you are here, at last. The room is open to the world. The moon pours its pale gold into it, the same gold as that of my dreams. Everything is calm. Everything waits. I stand near the window, still draped in light.

Without awareness of the road or the rain; the car moved letting my thoughts scattered in my mind. I let my brain roam free and my heart in exploring new avenues. I lift my pointed finger, tracing the window shield. I saw my reflection on it. They say, when a door closes, another one opens but, the way I see it, when a window closes you can only see what could have been through its transparent surface. They’re devious, sly, and tricky the way they allow you to see through them.

Philip Sitting beside a mahogany-framed square window, I gazed out at the vast expanse of the Caribbean Sea. The water, a mesmerizing blend of azure and turquoise, stretched to the horizon, its gentle waves kissing the pristine white sands of St. Barts. This tranquil paradise starkly contrasted with the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind.

"I'll love you right, Mae." His handsome features softened with sincerity, and his eyes glowed with a gentle light that melted my heart. I didn't answer. I simply obeyed, closing my eyes. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, waves pounded against the rocks, bursting into foam. I felt like a small boat adrift on a dark sea, rocked and lifted by the surging tide. The only difference was… this small boat would one day sail out of the storm and into a vast, welcoming harbor. …

They opened windows. Cleared the smoke. The room smelled of brine and wet ash. They did not relight the fire. They lit candles instead. Placed them in a circle on the rug. Sat inside the circle. Notebook open. Veronica wrote. The sea is coming in. Not through doors. Through memory. Ethan added. It wants something back. They waited. Midnight passed. The house groaned. Long. Low. Timbers moving against each other. Then a new sound.

I stretched my arms and opened my eyes to the bright morning sun streaming through the window. I opened my eyes and was shocked by the sight of beach waves crashing against the shore just outside my window. The sound of seagulls filled the air as the salty ocean breeze gently brushed against my skin. Where am I? This must be a dream come true. I was on the plane with Jason, but now I seem to be in a beachfront paradise. The sudden change of scenery left me feeling a mix of confusion and excitement.

The monster who took everything from me. I turn toward the window, my only connection to the outside world. The moonlight spills across the floor, casting eerie shadows that stretch toward me like ghostly fingers. The night is alive with the sounds of the forest—crickets chirping, the distant howl of a wolf, the rustling of leaves in the wind. The wind. My pulse quickens. If I can feel the wind, that means this window isn’t sealed shut. Moving quickly, I cross the room and press my hands against the wooden frame. The glass is old, the wood slightly warped. If I apply enough force—

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.”

The abstract paintings hanging on the walls added an unexpected artistic touch. Jasmine walked towards the large window on the side of the room. She reached for the thick curtain and pulled it aside. Instantly, sunlight filled the room, illuminating every corner with its warm glow. The view outside the window took her by surprise and left her stunned. In the distance, a vast expanse of blue ocean stretched out. The small waves breaking on the shore seemed to call her to come closer. “The beach...” she whispered. This view gave Jasmine a little sense of peace, as if there was hope hidden behind those waves.

I sat up slowly and watched as the wind pushed against the slightly open window of my bedroom. The island looked almost magical in the middle of the storm. The tall palm trees swayed wildly beneath the heavy rain while the ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore. The cool wind carried the salty scent of the sea through the cabin, and the sound of the rain drumming against the roof blended with the distant roar of the waves. Another loud crack of thunder echoed through the cabin, pulling me back to reality. "Okay, that's my cue." I quickly shut the window and made my way out of my room to check on the other windows.