Novel & Cerita Through My Window Book English

Emily's point of view; Jumping out of the window, I took a deep breath when I landed safely. The thrill of sneaking out was exhilarating, yet a tiny part of me questioned the sanity of my actions. "Crazy how I’m leaving my house for a man," I mumbled softly before laughing at the absurdity of it all. As I walked towards the lake, my phone in hand, my thoughts swirled around the mystery of why Angelo wanted to see me.

I didn't know what it was but the way the person was reading the book seemed important. Suddenly the woman looked at me but she was not actually looking at me.She was looking through me at what was behind me.Her face was blurry. I looked over my shoulder and saw the door of the room was open. The woman walked through me. I looked down at myself then back at the door . The woman was not there anymore. I went out of the room. Outside there was a vese shattered on the floor and the stool was laying on the floor. No one was there on that floor.

Like the soul of every silent moment I had ever endured had risen at once to roar. My window cracked, and the glass shattered into several pieces behind me.

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.

“The window!” Now comprehending, I snatch Ivy by the hand fair as she shifts back into human frame, and the two of us duck into the room. There’s a growl and a crash, and minutes afterward, Chart book takes after us. I have to battle to keep up the obstruction without being able to see it, and I turn to Chart book as we lurch toward the window, quietly signaling my question.

SKYLA. I see its shadow loom in the tiny window, which is far too small for it to fit through. Heck, I just about managed to fit! Thank god I’m not blessed with Mama’s curves or my ass wouldn’t have fitted through that damn window and that snake would have had my ass for dinner. Can you just imagine me walking around with my ass bitten off? I'll probably be dead soon after.

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.

She collapsed onto the couch again, this time with no grace left in her body, just a heavy, bitter kind of exhaustion. She turned to face the wide glass window, her eyes blank, her mind spinning in loops. Outside, the city stretched out before her, glittering with the kind of indifference only a cruel universe could offer. The scene before her looked like it belonged on a cinema screen— a slow, torturous film montage of the last few days that refused to end. What a sick joke this all was.

I know I'm reading the words but nothing is translating back - it's frustrating to say the least. I sigh, my eyes finding their way to the living room window. It's a relatively nice day out with only a few scattered clouds. I barely have time to register my movements as I'm abandoning my book and making my way on to the front porch. I'm not technically leaving the house. I'll stay close.

I whispered to myself as if there was a light bulb that suddenly flashed above my head. I went to the window and opened the curtain. The window is just the right size and height to use in what I do. I see nothing outside and I only see my reflection. I felt the shape of the window box using my hand from top to bottom “Et aperi mihi volo ut ubi ego vado, Coventry," I whispered the window and blow it carefully while still holding my hands to the windows. I waited a few seconds when the window suddenly became visible, I lost my reflection there and I immediately saw the look of the room. They are completely inside the library while sitting at a round table. Their faces show the annoyance and an