A Través De Mi Ventana Novels & Stories

I haven’t had one since I fled the night of my sister’s mating. I peer both ways and then peel left, wandering along the house until I reach the living room window a dozen or so paces from the front door. Palming the glass, I try to hoist it up—nothing, not even a quiver. I step to the next window beside it and try again but come to the same conclusion.

I looked at my reflection in the car window. ---

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.

Thinking that sends a quick, sharp ache through me. Mera would’ve known. She was the one who handled things like that. I move slowly from window to window, pulling fabric across glass, trying not to spiral into irritation over the ridiculous number of panels. When I reach the last window on the west wall beside my bed, I hesitate. From here, I have a direct view of the small cottage next door. Into Carter’s place.

My gaze darkened upon seeing the still images of my reflection and Mikael’s silhouette through the window. …

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.

I pressed my fingers on the floor, supporting myself to get up. In seconds, I was up. I looked around, and there was only one way to leave here. The window. I chuckled. A sad sound. Because there was no way I would fit in through the window. Unless… My eyes looked around… The baseball bat. I rushed to it. Picking it up, the bat connected with the glass. Shattering it. Four more hits, and I was sure I could pass through. Instantly, My head popped out of the window. But not before—

I shift forward, eyes narrowing. Through the window, I can see the faint outline of a crib. Ariana’s shadow moves back and forth, slow, rhythmic, soothing. She’s singing. I can’t hear the words, but I know the melody. I press my hand against the cold windowpane of the car, fingers trembling. Something inside me twists tighter, darker. The glass fogs under my breath. I draw a line through it, just one, like I’m cutting the night in half. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I murmur.

James to hear the cracks in my voice as tears streamed down my face. He's recovering. There's hope! I smiled, feeling a weight lifted off my shoulders. It was as if the world around me brightened, and the sun's rays seemed to shine even more brilliantly through the window. The morning's beauty sparked a fresh wave of purpose and determination within me. It's like the world whispered, "Today is your day to conquer!" I opened the window, letting in a gentle breeze that brushed against my face. It felt like a comforting embrace, washing away the worries that had troubled me for so long.

PRECIOUS The light breeze blowing through the window woke me up and I covered my mouth with my hand as a yawn escaped my lips. I stretched my hands, my chest popping out and after a few seconds I opened my eyes only for me to shut them back because of the intensity of the light streaming through the window.