All Those Days Watching From The Windows 소설 & 이야기

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.

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.

It'd make things difficult; she wants me in her space at all times – gisting and trying on outfits. Still in a white towel wrapped over my chest, I went over to the window and opened the drapes. Dark trees bent together as though whispering secrets as the wind blew through them. Cities scattered over the world like ant-hills. Rubbing orbs didn't help much as my mind whirled through undeniable facts. Later in the afternoon. Sitting behind the monitors as usual, I grazed through the footage as contentedly as cattle in a fresh meadow. I viewed the footage outside the mansion.

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.