All Those Days Watching From The Windows Novels & Stories

enjoy It was a dark grey day in Rome, Italy it was raining heavily that night, the atmosphere was mournful but not a single tear escaped from the man's eyes ,who was standing in-front of the grave gripping his fist , his eyes bloodshot red , he just stood there staring at . “Boss we should go now its not safe to be out her—” *bang*

Marcus's POV I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office in Murphy Estate, watching the dawn break over Skyview City. The early morning light painted the skyline in shades of gold and amber, but I couldn't appreciate the beauty. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Anna Shaw dangling from that broken railing, her life hanging by a thread.

The sun had dropped behind the hills across the river, and the light came in low and warm, catching on a thousand windows at once, and one by one, the streetlights were waking up beneath it all. I had watched this city from a hundred windows over the past decade. Offices, the house on the hill, the kitchen table at two in the morning with my mother’s chamomile tea between my hands. It had never looked more beautiful than it did tonight. Or maybe it just looked that way because I was leaving.

​She stirred, and the movement sent a sharp, localized ache through her hips. ​Daylight was doing something tentative with the expansive windows—the particular grey-pink of a New York dawn that hadn't decided yet whether to commit to the day or stay tucked under the smog. ​She turned, her skin dragging against the fibers of the rug. ​Xavier was beside her.

Edwina stood near the window of her room, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared as a new day was upon The Black Thunder Pack. The sun rays filtered softly through the glass, casting a golden glow across her face, but the freshness of the morning or the rays of the sun didn't ease the darkness inside her chest.

The city outside Amara’s window was quiet in a way that felt unnatural, like the hush after a fire when the smoke still clings to the air but the flames have died. She stood there in silence, arms wrapped around herself, watching the first pale streaks of dawn stretch across the skyline. Her reflection stared back at her in the glass, tired eyes, lips pressed into a thin line, shoulders bowed under the weight of too many battles fought in too short a time.

And then—I saw it. A paper, newly taped against the window across. Letters black and bold enough to bleed menace through the glass. CLOCK IS TICKING. The words stared back at me, louder than a scream. My jaw clenched. He wasn’t giving me time. He never did. Golden hour slipped further into dusk, and I stayed there at the glass, watching, knowing he was out there somewhere watching me too. I stayed there by the window, the words burning into me—Clock is ticking.

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.

𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I perched on the windowsill, forehead pressed against the cold glass, watching a world that didn’t even know I existed. Kids shrieked and chased each other across the pavement. A woman doubled over laughing at something her husband whispered. Two scrawny cats tangled themselves into a hissy little street fight.

The photo burned into my mind. Ava’s face was caught in the window of her apartment last night. Her body half-turned, unaware. The grain of glass between her and whoever was watching gave the picture a sick intimacy. It felt like a violation, more cruel than any knife. The words beneath it glared at me: You don’t know who’s watching.