All Those Days Watching From The Windows Novels & Stories

asked Isha. " Actually, I have no idea too. all I remember is it was the last day and we were drunk. I danced and had lots of alcohol. And then the next morning, I woke up next to Arjun. I didn't know what to do. So, when I came to my senses I picked up my things and ran from the room. " she explained to Isha.

The morning was gray. I stood at the window, watching the rain fall. It came down in sheets, blurring the mountains, washing the world clean. The safe house felt smaller today, the walls pressing in like the sides of a coffin. The rain tapped against the glass, a steady, rhythmic sound that should have been soothing. It wasn't. It sounded like fingers drumming on a table, impatient, waiting for something I couldn't name.

I pushed Ruby's gurney, step by step, out of the hospital lobby. The sunlight was blinding, but it carried no warmth against my skin. Dan's shouts faded behind me. His words were nothing more than a ridiculous gust of wind—here one second, gone the next. I didn't look back. Not once. Valerie watched my retreating figure, barely hiding the triumph in her eyes. She tugged gently on Dan's arm, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

_______ Sareena I don’t know how long I’ve been here anymore. The days have all started to blur together, but the world outside still moves. I see it through the floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping around Matteo’s penthouse. Daylight bleeds in, then slips away again. In the city that never sleeps, people are living, breathing, laughing; and I am hidden away. I feel like I am trapped in a glass box. It looks like a posh dollhouse, dripping with elegance, but it’s nothing more than a cage, designed to keep me on display.

Except for Petra and Mike everyone else was pretty occupied either having sex or talking with their mate. I centered my room feeling deadbeat and I dove into my bed, clutching my pillow. I did not realize the point at which tears started to trickle down my cheeks. I had the best day of my life only to end it with a lonely night. I felt the cold wind sweep in through my opened windows and I went to shut them, cussing. Then I saw a written message on the window: Through the eye, we are watching you! I bolted out of the room to Lance’s room and knocked like my life would end if he delayed opening the door. He looked a little bit upset when he unlocked the door.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

Isadora POV I wake up to the sound of voices. Not inside. Outside. Muffled, but growing louder — like a swarm pressing against the gates. I sit up in bed, Darren’s arm sliding off my waist, and walk to the window. The sky is still pale, streaked with blushes of dawn. But below the driveway’s curve, just beyond the hedges, I see them — microphones, cameras, people in cheap suits with over-bright smiles and coffee breath and ambition in their eyes.

Dax's words were like a sharp knife that stabbed my heart, reopening a healing wound. His words were like salt that rubbed an open injury. It stung me, filling me with searing pain as I remembered my past. Transferring all the aggression on the windows, I scrubbed them with all my might, crying profusely. By the time I got to the brothers' window, I wiped my tears and cleaned my face with the dew that dropped on my palm. Their window was tinted in such a way that it reflected the image of the things outside only. No one would be able to see them from the inside.

Julian’s POV I stood at the big window in my office, the one that looks straight down into the back gardens. The sun was almost gone, painting everything in that soft orange shit that makes the flowers look fake. My glass of whiskey sat untouched on the desk behind me. I wasn’t in the mood to drink. I was in the mood to break something. There they were.