A Través De Mi Ventana Novels & Stories

I рісk a tаblе where I can juѕt mаkе out April thrоugh thе frоnt window. I watch her саrеfullу frоm the dіѕtаnсе. It brеаkѕ mу heart tо ѕее her walk uр to a саr window, attempt tо nеgоtіаtе a trісk and get rеjесtеd.

My gaze settled on the window! I dragged the trash bin closer and flipped it. It wobbled under my weight, but I braced myself against the cold wall. The window was narrow and painted shut. I pushed. Nothing. I shoved harder. Creak. The frame popped open just wide enough for me to squeeze through. I dropped onto a bed of gravel and swallowed a scream. Catching my breath, I pushed myself to my feet and limped my way around the property, toward the main road. My phone vibrated with another text.

When daddy finds out he's going to skin him. I rolled back onto my side and looked out the window at the tops of the trees in the distance. I didn't know that our windows aren't really windows until today. I could see through other people's windows with the drone, but when I buzzed our house earlier, all I saw was the reflection of the light outside. Daddy had surrounded the whole house with one-way glass.

Matilda caught my eye through the window and gave an almost imperceptible nod. I walked away, delighted.

Aurelia's Point Of View I glanced outside the window, my eyes tracing the familiar road as Alpha Dante expertly navigated the car through the winding streets. The morning sunlight bathed everything in a warm glow, casting delicate shadows on the passing buildings. It was a beautiful day, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as we neared our destination.

ZARA I’m still asleep but it feels like I’m in a trance. I hear the chirping of birds from outside the window, which is strange because even though this place is surrounded by trees, I have never heard a bird sing outside my window. Soft winds pass by in a whisper, lifting the blinds around and causing them to brush my skin. There’s a halo of sunshine around my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes shut for longer.

I wake up in a soft bed, cocooned in my blankets. I stretch my arms as I sit up, light filters through the gap in the window curtains. My feet pad against the cold wooden floor as I go towards the window and open the curtains. A smile tugs at my lips. Sunlight is scattered over the tall trees, birds are sweeping and diving through the air. Opening the window, I let the cool morning breeze brush against my face. "This is life," I say to myself, crossing my arms at the windowsills.

When I put my hand outside to grab them, the water drenched my arm. Chilling, I closed the window. But, something caught my sight. Through the rain, I could see someone standing just below the street light. I'm waiting for you. The words haunt my brain and I widen my eyes in realisation.

Nat’s POV The evening air bites with a chill the sunny afternoon never has. Each gust through the cab's slightly open window feels like cold needles to my sinus, sending me into another sneeze. “Bless you,” the driver murmurs for the fifth time. I massage the bridge of my nose, muttering a thank you under my breath. My gaze drifts to the window, where beautiful, colorful streaks of lights spread, buildings piercing into the horizon. People pass by in vignette, their figures blurred, each in their own, different world.

Like someone is throwing little rocks at my front window. Until it explodes.