DISCLAIMER: I do not own the original poem "Young Woman at a Window" by William Carlos Williams, I was inspired by her poem to write a one shot of a story and who could the young woman be portrayed as. The girl character belongs to the poet but the words of this story belong to me as well as any other characters mentioned below.

A/N: This one again written in grade 10. One more unbeta-ed piece of work, again if anyone would like to beta my future fan fictions; please message me here. The poem was an assignment where we had to build a one shot story of who the young woman by the window could be. The original poem will be posted underneath my work (in a strange structure). Again, no song accompanies with this one shot. Reviews are loved and silent readers are frowned upon.


A young teenager no older than sixteen sits on her bed beside a window. All alone, the room is filled with gloominess, where the light is blue. Echoes of cries surround the bedroom but nothing escapes from the girl. A pile of textbooks and papers lay upon her desk, untouched since she got home, three hours ago. She had tests to study for and an art project all due tomorrow to catch up on, yet none of it mattered. Staring out the window, droplets of water splashed against the glass, leaving footsteps trailing down the windowpane. The splattered drops began to materialize into oddly familiar shapes. Soon enough, the girl found herself in the memory that she spent endless nights crying over.

A boy who just turned eighteen stands in front of me. His hair no longer than his chin, shines a deep brown under the sunlight. His cheeks are flushed red from running to meet me. His eyes are filled oaf happiness along with a shy smile that brings out his one-sided dimple. He is my best friend and my boyfriend.

How could I do this to him? How can I bring such pain and hurt to someone like him?

His expression evolves as he moved to grasp my hands into his. Searching my eyes, I bow my head as I gently pull away from his hold.

I don't deserve to look at him; into such pure eyes. In my head I am contemplating a dilemma. Should I hide the truth, and live with the regret for the rest of my life? Or tell the truth, risking my relationship with him forever…?

Lifting my head, my eyes overfill and the only words that escape my mouth is,

"I'm sorry."

She stood in the rain, not caring how wet she got. Her tears had become one with the rain, and the cold replaced where the most important person and love was in her heart. She could not bare to see his face when she told him the truth. The last touch of his fingers left scars of what used to be. Stumbling back, he turned, running away from the girl who destroyed his world, never hesitating. With her heart on her sleeves, she fell to the ground, broken.

Three months from that dreadful day, sits a young woman at a window.


She sits with her cheek her hand in her lap pressed

tears on her cheek on the child her nose to the glass.