Ambil Nafasku Pergi Novels & Stories

I called again and reached forward, but my hands met air and grasped for nothing. “You’re gone.” he sighed and his footprints carried him toward the ledge where I saw his arms making their own prints as he leaned forward. I got up and joined him as close as I could possibly make it. If there were some way I could leave a sign, I would. Doctor Friese’s words came back to me from all those years ago. I shut my eyes and took a long deep inhale. Then as I exhaled I relaxed my shoulders, opening my eyes to look back over the walled in forest. In the night sky I could see it, a little puff of smoke left my mouth as I was exhaling, “No…” I looked over to where his arm prints were and thought if onl

"Just go." The last two words sound almost like a plea, like he needs me to disappear so he can breathe again. I close my eyes and let out a puff of air, a tiny spark of relief lighting up in my chest. At least I won't lose my job. At least I have that one small anchor left.

I perambulate the room with my eyes still glued to the door, but still there is no one. “Oh fuck it!” I snap and walk out of the room angrily. I am headed aggressively to the balcony. I need some fresh air to help clear my head. My strides are long and intense. I briskly tread the passage and walk hastily to the outside and world. “Fuck!!“ I sigh and hold the balustrade . I grab my hand around it tightly, grinding my teeth ferociously. I don’t know what I am not doing right but then I need to get a old do myself and make this happen. I breath out with my mouth slightly open, hence maki my a whistling sound.

I don't even know where I am. A sob bubbles up from my chest, scratching its way through my damaged throat. "Stop it," I tell myself firmly. "Crying won't help." Back to breathing. Six counts in. Six counts out. Over and over until I feel a little steadier. "I need to try again," I say, gathering my courage. "There has to be a way out."

Not at all. " Ah anak kamusta kana? " my father said. Ngumiti siya sa akin ng matamis pero hindi ko yun masuklian man lang. Akwardness is in the air. I exhaled slowly feeling my lungs releases the toxic carbon dioxide stored deep within my body.

Insistent. He dragged his mouth from hers, still holding her against him. From somewhere that required all his strength, Nikolas found his voice. “Do you still want to leave, Cher?” Cheryl was staring at him blindly, her pupils huge, lips parted. He could see the hectic pulse at her throat, feel the agitation of her heart against his chest, the peaked tips of her breasts. “No… I don’t…” she whispered breathing hard. “I should… But I don’t want to resist you anymore.”

I’ve checked. ‘I didn’t ask you for this,’ I blurted, irritation in my voice. I turned back to the door, ready to leave when she put herself between me and it. ‘You can’t go back looking like you’ve just survived war,’ she muttered. And I broke into chuckles. Sitting down on the fourth step from the bottom, I asked dryly, ‘Then tell me the quickest way to look normal. I need to go back or Papa will be suspicious.’ ‘I know a couple of breathing exercises.’ The thirty-something chirped as she dashed over.

I cleaned my damp palms severally on the nightwear and steadied my breath. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘡𝘦𝘦. 𝘖𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵!

I set my phone face down on the counter. “Please find me if you're still alive. I can't do this alone.” I sniffed.

A tear slides down my cheek as I whisper, “I need to go. Bye.” I slowly turn to leave. Click. My body instantly freezes.