All Those Days Watching From The Windows Novels & Stories

May 9 of 2030 came in and Andrew, as he had always been for the last five years, woke up with a hangover. But that day, he woke up with the ID card in his hands kept safe in his chest. That was the only remnant that was left with him after the accident.

With the ice melting, I gazed into the bottom of my nearly empty bourbon glass. I looked up from my glass to the window a little distance away, watching as the sun set beyond the bar. I felt so alone in my self-pity, watching life move on around me with only the faint clinking of glasses and soft chattering of voices. My life's worst day had been that one.

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AVA Days blurred together. I lost track of how many sunrises I’d watched through the tall glass windows of Mr. Colton’s house. At first, I’d thought the view might be enough to distract me—the rolling hills in the distance, the endless manicured gardens, the soft morning light spilling over everything like liquid gold. It was beautiful, breathtaking even. But beauty gets dull when you have no one to share it with.

Selina's POV Windows have always been my favorite kind of lie. From this third-floor landing I could watch the pack without being part of it—pretend I was one of them, just another pair of eyes behind glass, without all the responsibility and history rotting inside my stomach. This morning was especially perfect for it: sun-baked snow sloshed in drifts against the battered siding, and the path to the common hall was churned to mud by wolf and human feet alike. The air was so cold it turned everything sharper, even my own thoughts.

The rain pours down heavily on us. The universe is weeping. Weeping for losing such an innocent cute little angel. Marisa died yesterday. Her death crushed Ramon. I have never seen a man weep so hard. It was so bad I started crying too. I couldn't help it. It's her memorial service today.

Moña pov I stood at the window, gazing out as the morning sun poured its golden light into the room, illuminating every corner with a radiant warmth. The sunlight danced playfully across the walls, casting whimsical shadows that flickered in the stillness. Yet, despite the beauty surrounding me, I felt no joy and no sense of peace. It had been two long days since I last saw Ian, and the ache of his absence lingered like a heavy fog, refusing to lift. I blinked twice, the brightness cutting into my eyes like shards of glass, and finally drew the curtain closed, effectively banishing the cheerful light that seemed so foreign to my mood.

5 Years Later POV Kitty I nervously paced the room for a moment as I thought back to all the little moments that brought me here. I smiled as I looked out the window. It was a bright November day. The air was just beginning to turn into the crisp fall air I loved but it was still warm and lovely. It was a perfect day. My grinned turned even bigger as I watched the pack set up the chairs and aisle in the back yard. They all worked together and soon everything looked to be done.

“Please let this be real. Please don’t take them away from me.” A warm breeze stirred the air around me, carrying the scent of jasmine and something else, something wild and free and full of promise. It felt like an answer. When I opened my eyes, all four of them were standing at the kitchen window, watching me with identical expressions of love and longing and absolute certainty. Five more days. I could wait five more days.

***********************Claire’s POV********************** I stood by the tall window in Mack's apartment, and I crossed my arms over my chest, watching the city stretch and bend beneath the evening sun. The buildings were all bathed in a golden hue, like they were pretending nothing dark ever happened in their shadows. But I couldn’t pretend. The events of the last few days kept looping in my head—Aliana’s voice over the phone, the visit to the precinct, the hollow look in her eyes, and the bone-deep confusion etched into her words. Liam’s ghost still hung over every word. Every glance.