All Those Days Watching From The Windows Novels & Stories

Okay," I replied with a catch in my throat. At midnight, Bruce woke me up and handed me a glass of milk to drink. This had been his routine every day. I reached out my hand when he suddenly grabbed it. "Nancy, why is your hand injured? Did you go out today? It's all my fault for not protecting you. Don't worry. Once we get married, I'll always be by your side." When he saw my body trembling, he held me by the shoulder in reassurance. He placed the glass of milk in my mouth. "Good girl. Drink up and head back to bed." Bruce had told me more than once about how me drinking milk obediently would give him a sense of a happy home. Even if I never liked to, I would do it for him.

"What?" "Whenever you misses me, just look at the brightest star in the sky. That would be me watching you from above because you know how much I am dead to you. No matter how much I really need to leave you, I can't. So, there I am, staring at you from afar instead. Don't mind the distance, alright? Staring at you from here nor from afar has no difference at all. No matter how far nor how close the distance is, I'm still staring at the girl who made my life the best."

Hopefully, Maleek was gone for good, and I didn’t have to move and get my number changed. It was a sunny and warm day in early May in Chicago, so I got up and opened my floor-to-ceiling window. I loved this window because it allowed me to take everything in around me. The window was without curtains or a screen; it opened outwards and offered the most breathtaking view of the lake. Many nights, I sat right at the base of the window to watch the sunrise. This window and the view it offered gave me peace. When I let the latch free, I took in the ambiance of everything, allowing my day to unfold how it wanted.

Another woman who has been waiting in the shadows. The photograph glows on my phone. The tree is bare. The sky is grey. The police station is dark. The lights are on inside. A figure stands at the window of the second floor, watching. I cannot see the face. But I know she is watching. I know she is waiting. Someone is watching. Someone is always watching. Someone has been watching from the beginning, from the mansion, from the bunker, from the dark, from the fire escape, from the trees, from the shadows, from the windows across the street. Someone has been watching every moment of our lives.

It was as if she was merely existing without truly being alive at all. The window had become her refuge, a vantage point from which she sought solace. It offered a breathtaking view that overlooked the Blackclaw River, surrounded by lush green hills and large enchanting oak trees. The setting sun painted the sky in vibrant hues, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. Amani might have been awestruck by the captivating view before her, but her senses were dulled by the weight of her grief.

Aria I sat by the window that evening, watching the sun bleed into the trees. The sky looked like it had been set on fire, all soft golds and burning oranges, but I couldn’t feel any of its warmth. I just felt cold. Heavy. Like the air pressing against my skin was trying to keep me still.

*Poppy* I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window at the sprawling landscape beyond the mansion's walls. The sun was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was beautiful and captivating, but I found no solace in the view. My mind was a tangled mess of worry and frustration, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my chest.

“Please let this be real. Please don’t take them away from me.” A warm breeze stirred the air around me, carrying the scent of jasmine and something else, something wild and free and full of promise. It felt like an answer. When I opened my eyes, all four of them were standing at the kitchen window, watching me with identical expressions of love and longing and absolute certainty. Five more days. I could wait five more days.

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Chapter 4 The morning was bright, the sun was shining so bright like it was its last day to shine. The birds were hyperactive as the sang melodious tunes and jumped through branches. I knew it was a good day. I went to the window side to get fresh air, then I saw Davis packing his bags already, he turned around and saw me staring at him. “Why are you peeping through my window goblin, go find help goblin while you still can, “this obsession you have with me is getting out of hand” he smirked and winked at me while he closed his window.