A Través De Mi Ventana Reparto Novels & Stories

Jasmine Pov: The sunlight directly fall on my face peeking through the drapes of the window, sunlight itself have many advantages, but for me it brings out a new day which should be done with a fresh start, it's rays indicate that the day which consists of bad memories is gone by giving a new ray of hope.

But I could force the window open. One breath of air at a time.

‎ ‎Right outside my window. ‎ ‎

he repeats, like he's confirming the terms of something. "More," I say. The light shifts through the vines on the window and scatters gold across the floor between us.

Better I will try to accept this with all my heart. I noticed that there's a big window in the room so I got up and opened the door, a cool breeze made me smile I felt somewhat refreshed. I gazed at the big buildings and the busy road for some time. Then again I laid on the bed and slept without realizing to close the window.

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.

"Thank you, my love. " I smile as I hang up and pour myself a drink, walk to the window and watch the cars go by below. Very soon, they'll know who I am, I thought with a smile.

It's a cathartic release, a necessary step towards healing the shattered pieces of my heart. At this moment, perched on the window frame, I find a brief respite from the chaos that engulfs my world. The rain becomes a conduit, connecting me to the vastness of the universe and reminding me of the transient nature of my pain. I draw strength from the realization that just as storms pass and give way to clear skies, so too shall my heart find peace once again.

My hand drags down my stomach, nails grazing skin, and the moment I let the lace slip lower, I swear I hear something outside my window. I glance toward it curtains drawn, but the streetlight spilling a faint glow through the gap. Another message. I’m closer than you think.

NIGHT WAS SLOWLY FADING AWAY. The stars seemed to dim with the break of daylight that was slowly and calmly coming in. I stood gazing out the window in a state of utter apprehension struggling to fathom the very path that had led my life to this bleak dead end. The small wooden brown window with thin glass shatters, the place that had now become a permanent spot for me to sit and ruminate on things; ruminating on my entire existence on this Earth brought me some form of closure and comfort. It eased my internal pain and I felt everything was going to be just okay. The window that had bore witness to my bleak and sad life also bore my happiest moments.