Novel & Cerita All Those Days Watching From The Windows

“I do.” I stared out the window, watching the endless stretch of land blur past. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel entirely alone.

I knew it was watching. It had been watching me every damn day I came by to unpack. Staring at my ass jiggling on the treadmill, my legs flexing, tits bouncing. It had watched me in the shower where my hands slid under my breasts, soapy fingers slipping everywhere. It had watched me slip into this little nightie and it had patiently waited for me. It’s 1 a.m. The window cracked open, it was cold as hell outside, but I still yearned for the chilly breeze which slipped in off the water, making my skin prickle.

I feel, for a moment, like I’m watching myself from a distance, like I’m a shadow at the edge of someone else’s story. I set down my glass, turn off the TV, and stand at the window, watching the rain finally begin to fall.

Watches the city slide past the window. Twenty minutes to whatever he has been holding back since the first day she walked through his door.

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀 I stood beside my window, fingers pressed lightly against the cold glass, watching the world outside. The world that could never be mine… no matter how desperately I longed for it. My eyes were fixed on Lara Harvard. She lived next door, and from my window, I could see everything that happened in her vast compound, almost identical to ours, yet somehow so different. Hers felt alive. Mine felt like a cage.

That morning never came. I stood at my office window , staring out from a large glass windows that framed the bustling city below. The faint hum of traffic, the chatter of people, and the soft clicking of my own fingers on the window were all too distant. My mind, like it always did when the silence crept in, wandered back to Diana.

The floor was cold and she shuddered as cold wind passed through the opened windows. She quickly padded across the floor and stared through the window. The trees were eerily dancing in the wind, and the howl of leaves against the quiet night was too loud. It was too windy tonight and the moon was hiding behind a sinister looking cloud. As far as her eyes could see, she only saw the darkness and ... somehow she felt like someone was watching her from the darkness. She shuddered as she slammed the windows shut, but even then she felt the eyes trailing her, following her, stalking her.

Jayden McAllister's POV I stood by the window of the living room, with my gaze fixed on the sprawling surrounding of my grandfather’s ranch, but my mind was elsewhere. For the past two days, I had been silently observing the peculiar goings- on within these walls. After all, it's what I do best. Watching. Observing. Analyzing. I know others might see what is happening as just a chaotic jumble of interactions and emotions, but as for me, I foresee a bright future. I see connections and opportunities.

Everything seemed to be perfectly normal and euphoric back then, not until we faced a catastrophic tragedy one day. I woke up feeling excited, anticipating the beautiful day, as always. I take time to glance out the window and watch the birds singing their melodic lines in a choir, and as though the wind was singing along with them as it blows gently. The leaves were swaying with the gentle breeze of the wind, and the sun was slowly coming into the picture. Just by looking at the window, you knew deep inside your heart that the picturesque could never be replaced in someone else's memory until their last breath.

Back home, Jared stepped into what had once been our bedroom. It was now completely transformed by Melody. In a frenzy, he hurled every one of her belongings out the window. The lavish decorations, the expensive clothes, all lay scattered outside like the shattered pieces of his heart. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on the spot where I used to sleep, tears welling in his eyes once again. Memories of our time together came flooding back, every detail he had once ignored now becoming vivid.