• window
an opening in a wall, which allows the passage of light, sound and air. And sometimes love.
He looked out of the window once, and the beauty captured him forever.
a short story.
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It was one of those days in which he didn't do a thing, except looking out of the window, waiting.
He held a pencil and a sketchbook in his hands, sitting on a chair comfortably. Waiting.
It was 7:55 pm. Any minute now, that bay would appear. And he did. The brown haired boy straightened up his position and looked concentrated.
He was not a stalker.
It's just that his neighbor who lives in the opposite house is breathtakingly beautiful, and it happens that his window is always opened revealing his living room.
And it happened that the brown haired boy was an art student, who loved drawing. He drew what he found beautiful. And his silver haired neighbor is beautiful.
He was not a stalker.
He just knows that the boy wakes up at 6 am everyday and comes back at 4 pm. He just knows that the boy is not at home on weekends, only on weekdays. He just knows that the boy always comes to the living room around 8 pm to drink, what he assumed, a cup of coffee after taking a shower.
