Atraves De Mi Ventana Novels & Stories

"Ava — it's you—" Still like a stray dog that had just spotted scraps. The light turned green. I rolled the window up. I didn't look back. I didn't think our paths would ever cross again.

Outside my window, the wind rattled through the trees; a low, mournful sound that almost made me laugh. I leaned closer to the glass, pressing my forehead against the chill. “Goodnight, sweet sister,” I whispered to the dark. “Dream while you can.”

How? I turned my head slowly, and there he was. My breath caught in my throat as fear washed over me in waves. “I know what you’re thinking right now,” he said, his voice low and shockingly calm. He pointed toward the window, which was now open with broken glass glinting faintly in the moonlight. “I passed through the window.”

Even if I were to miss the tree, I wouldn’t likely break anything, especially since we have large topiaries against the brick walls. I should be fine. I can do the only thing between me and freedom is a pane of glass and a simple screen. It’s worth the risk. Even if I fall, I’ll at least be free. The latch springs open easily. The window is stiff, but with a little force, it is soon open wide enough for me to slither through.

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.

Eva's POV' I stared at the window as the rain kept hitting the glass. There was something so satisfying about it. As if the rain is trying to reach out to you as it keeps knocking on your door, trying to ask you about how you feel about your current situation and trying to let you know that it's your only friend present when no one is there with you.

I just wished that all didn’t happen but my wishes couldn’t come to pass because as it is said, wishes aren’t horses. I sit on the Ed with my af e directing to konparticualr direction. I don’t even know what is m looking out hhtbrhn j live the calmness nd tranquilly I am getting . The slight heat the sun is causing and the slight vreeze that is pouring into my room From the window. It is really great to experience such a. Wonderful morning after a hell of a night. I stand up from the bed now fully with my hands dangling down like a vreeeacee widow who has loads a lot.

Derofort⁶ A chilling wind touched the brunette’s skin as her eyes opened. Everything was still blurry until she blinked a couple of times and her hazel eyes widened in shock upon seeing where she was. There she laid on the Carter lake house’s front porch. Her night just became weirder.

Chapter 98 *Rafe* The gentle breeze from the open window played with my hair, sending strands cascading across my face. I leaned against the windows, gazing out at the stunning view of the city below. Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the clouds, painting everything in a warm glow. My mind drifted back to last night, and I couldn't help but smile. Freya's laughter still rang in my ears, each note like a

Daniella's point of view The breeze was soft against my cheek, threading through my curls like fingers too gentle to be real. I stood by the window, forehead pressed against the cool glass. Outside, the morning stirred with quiet promise—birds darted between trees, their wings slicing through the air with soundless purpose. Somewhere below, a taxi honked, impatient, jarring. The world didn’t stop for heartbreak. It never had. My breath fogged a faint circle on the glass, then faded just as quickly as it had come. I stared at it, wishing I could disappear like that—brief, unnoticed, gone.