Novel & Cerita All Those Days Watching From The Windows

POV: Callum | The Feral Den, three days after The room I am in has a window and the window has light coming through it and the light has been doing different things over the course of three days as it moved through its cycle, and I have been watching it without registering it, which is the specific quality of the past three days, which is that things have been happening in my visual field without registering as information.

I could see it from the east-facing room. I had been standing at the window for twenty minutes, not because there was anything in particular to observe, the courtyard below was mostly quiet, the pack having moved their preparations inside as the autumn evening cooled. Standing at the window was something I had done for a long time in various rooms before this one, and the habit had not fully left even as the reasons for it had changed from monitoring to simply looking, from vigilance to the plain, unguarded pleasure of a person who had come to love the specific view from this specific window and took that love as seriously as any other.

I walked into the dark room that once belonged to me. All the thick curtains were let loose, allowing little to no sunshine penetrate into the room. I navigated carefully through the room I spent all 21 years of my life and got to a window. I pulled the window opened and smiled at the scene I got to see every morning. I hated the curtains being opened but never actually attempted to close it, I am so happy I never closed it.

As Dahlia storms into the room, she screams, “How the hell have you been talking to people?” I laugh, “Nobody has been here. I talk to people in my sleep. Why?” She looks out the window and stops in her tracks. She is captivated by whatever memory she is seeing now. I look at all my siblings, and they are slightly smiling at me, knowing what the window is doing. I sit in my spot, on the floor, and wait as she continues looking out that window. Taylor, who is seated on the floor right next to the window, is watching Dahlia intently. Taylor looks at me, holds a finger to her eye and traces a line down her cheek to tell me that she is crying. I nod in understanding.

POV RICHARD The sun comes in fiercely through the window, beating down on my face while my eyes are closed and refusing to believe that this is the dawn of day. Oh my! If this is not a dream, what is happening in Skyfall? I have never witnessed such a sunny day, even though it is "summer". I get up in displeasure and go to the window to draw the curtains. My intention is to go back to sleep, but seeing those ridiculous little houses of the Skyfallers decorated with bright colors, I remember that today is the festival.

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.

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.