Novel & Cerita All Those Days Watching From The Windows

Sarah’s Point of view: It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming. As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.

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I watched it melt and warp in the flames. I turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window. Against the gray New York sky, the first snowflake of winter began to fall. Pure and clean, covering all sin, love, and hate. A new day was breaking.

NINA’s POV One week… seven days of counting down. Of marking time, telling myself I just had to survive a little longer. Seven days of him barely looking at me. I stood at my window, watching the sun set over the estate. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave. Start over somewhere far from here. Far from him, I had made plans to leave with Nico. The thought should have filled me with relief. Instead, I felt hollow. A knock at my door made me turn.

ADRAIN POV I walked over to the living room and I saw everyone working, I could see them from the window , I was about looking away when I saw Tracy out there . I was so shocked I had to look again because by this time of the day Tracy should still be catching her beauty sleep , sometimes when it noon and I tell the maids to go and wake her up they always come back with scratches and finger marks until I decided that no one would wake her anymore .But look at her today , she is out there in the freaking streets .

Hermosa's POV I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the trees blur into a dark smudge against the horizon. My arm throbbed where the needle had pierced me—a dull reminder of the life I’d just drained out of myself for people who looked at me like a meal.

From the second-floor window, Nick watched the whole scene unfold, a mixture of curiosity and concern on his face. ------- Nick's backyard was a symphony of summer joy. The sun, a benevolent overlord, beamed down on the group of friends gathered at his house. The scent of freshly cut grass filled the air as they laughed and played games. The sound of splashing water mixed with the chatter and laughter, creating the perfect soundtrack for a lazy summer afternoon. It was one of those days that felt endless, where time seemed to stretch with the warmth and company of friends.

They were also hurt from before. I had a computer on my lap. It was small and fancy. I was typing on it quietly. There was a device next to me. It was silver and shiny. I had gotten it from Mark Thorne. I did not need to plug it into the computer. I already had the information I needed. I was trying to figure out some things. I was trying to see if I could find a connection between some shipping records and some medical records. This is Day One of Seven. I was counting down the days. I had seven days to do what I needed to do. Seven days to pretend to be someone I was not.

The days drag on, each one longer and more torturous than the last. I've completely lost track of time; without a clock or any reference, the only way to measure the hours is by watching the small gaps in the boarded-up windows, through which the sunlight enters and leaves, tracing a cycle of light and darkness. Five times I've seen the sun rise and disappear again, and with that, I conclude that I've been trapped in this hell for five days.

The way he looked at her. Those images didn’t fade. They didn’t dull. Even after two days, they were fresh. Burning. Brutal. I hugged my knees to my chest and stared out the window. It was afternoon. The sky was painfully blue. Clouds drifted lazily across it. Birds flew freely, dipping and gliding like nothing in the world could ever shatter them. The view from my room was beautiful. Peaceful. But none of it reached me. Not even a fraction. It was like watching happiness through glass.