You both loved and hated looking out your window. You loved it because you got to watch everybody go about their day, learning things about their personalities and lives in those brief moments, but you hated it in equal measure, knowing that you would never be able to join them, and experience the world as they did.
For as long as you could remember, you’d been imprisoned here, never able to experience the world outside, or even the space outside of this room. You had a bathroom and an office attached to your bedroom, and your keeper always brought you your meals, or had them brought to you if they were busy.
According to them, you should have been grateful for that much, any talk of leaving this room being shot down quickly and viciously. You had long since learnt to remain silent on your wishes, though truly that only made you wish for them even more.
From the moment you could reach your window, it had become both a torture and a comfort to you, and often you would find yourself straying to it, sick of reading the same old books and playing the same old games.
Unfortunately, you had learnt that no one could see you like you could them, their eyes seemingly glazing over the moment they neared your window, before finding themselves looking elsewhere. It didn’t matter how frantically you waved or gestured, nor what signs you tried to hold up, they would never see you, and if you were caught, you would always be punished. Heavily.
There was no breaking the spells your keeper had placed on your window and door, forever making them unbreakable, and blocking you from ever opening them and leaving. Peering out that window was the only taste of the outside world that you would ever get, and you held onto it desperately, no matter how much it tortured you.
So when the day finally came that something changed, you didn’t quite know what to do with yourself.
Mournfully you had been leaning against your window, watching the people who passed in the street, heading for the celebrations a few blocks away. In the darkness of the night, the lights were clear and beautiful even from this distance, though still your gaze remained mostly on the people themselves, jealously observing their joy and excitement.
Eventually your eyes met that of another’s, and you spent a few moments simply admiring their unusual appearance. It took you quite a while to realise that their eyes were not glazed like they should have been, and that they were staring right back at you.
Your heart pounded rapidly at the realisation, and for a moment you had hope that something had happened to your keeper and their spells had fallen. However a careful, if somewhat frantic, inspection of your window proved your hope fruitless, and tearfully you slumped back against it, hope withering away in your chest once more.
When you raised your head to peer back out at the outside world again, you found your heart skipping a beat, realising that the stranger had yet to move, still staring back at you. Their gaze was calculated now, and edged with some emotion that made your breath hitch, your hand pressing absently and longingly against the glass. You watched with bated breath as they slowly analysed the rest of the house with a careful gaze, before raising their eyes to meet yours one final time.
Silently they dipped their head to you, a strange but fierce glint in their eyes, before they turned and disappeared into the excited crowds, leaving you staring after them in shock and tentative hope.
Something told that things were about to change, and soon.