Ambil Nafasku Pergi Mga Nobela at Kwento

And on that note my feet leave the ground and I go up,up and away. Crap. Here we go again.

I told the city. Tonight, I’ll practise breathing without bars.

“Not with you.” “Sweetheart…” “I need air,” I said, already walking to the door. “Where are you going?” “Out.” “It’s not safe…” “I’ll be fine,” I said as I walked out. I didn’t look back.

even it kills me within. "Can I just go out...I...I want to go somewhere...hmmm sob*sob*hmmm, I hope things is just as easy as said...but you are right...I am the only one who is stocked in the past...she already take her leap...and totally forget me...ahmmm you can do what you need to do here, I will just...just need an air"

srak srak “I heard rustling from the cracks of the cars parked in the basement. Not long after, I heard the snorting sound of a woman whose voice seemed very familiar to me. "I told you I'm fine. You don't have to overdo it on me." "But the doctor said that you should always be careful because you are still in a vulnerable state."

My heart beats so fast and im running out of breath. "Ah-ah! Na-na. Ahhhhh!" I screamed. //Bless you! 🥰

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

I whisper softly to myself— “Please… let this go right.” Hopefully it will....

Stay still. Seventeen. Eighteen. Do not go out there. Nineteen. I lie still. I stare at the ceiling above Nadia's empty bunk and I breathe and I hold the promise where it lives and I count again from the beginning and I do not move and I do not make a sound and I stay in my bunk and I do not go out there because I cannot help him now and going out there would cost me the only thing I have left to spend and I know this and I hold it and I count.

Suffocating. And suddenly all the lost years rush in at once. Birthdays missed. Christmas mornings without him. School plays with an empty seat. The man who was supposed to be there … wasn’t. And now he’s here. Bleeding on a filthy floor. Apologizing. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. My lungs refuse to cooperate. Each inhale feels too small. Each exhale is shaky and insufficient. “Mel, stay calm. Think of the bean.” Kiara’s hand presses firmly onto my shoulder. Grounding. Anchoring.