Breathe Lyrics Michelle Branch Novels & Stories

I can’t breathe. ##########

ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷˢ ᵐʸ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵖ, ˡ'ˡˡ...

Her first official recording session for a track Anthem Records wanted to lead with. It was called "Breathe Again" — a soft, soul-pop piece about starting over. “You good?” the producer’s voice crackled in her ears. Tessy nodded. “Rolling.” The instrumental rose. She sang the first line like a whisper, letting the ache behind the words wrap around the room. Her voice, delicate yet commanding, filled the booth like sunlight through lace curtains. By the time she reached the final chorus, even the backup vocalist watching from the corner gave a small clap.

"I know I hurt you baby and I'm sorry I don't really know what has gotten into me I'm willing to rectify my mistakes my brother told me everything I'm sorry I was hurt by another guy sending you money while I'm there for you I'm really sorry I regret every moment and every word I've said to you please will you find it in your heart to forgive I'm promise I'll do better one more chance and everything will be okay just come back home at once even thou I called you a bitch but your my bitch right listen to this song please [If I should die before I wake it's cause you took my breath away loosing you is like living in world with no air ohhh " "I'm here alone don't wanna leave my hearts won't mov

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---

Being near him during the heat is a nightmare. It surprises me that I’m still standing at all, even after minutes of heat clawing through me and breathing in his scent. “No.” My voice cracks as I stumble back, shaking my head. “No, I don’t need you. I’ll manage. I’ll—” “You’ll collapse,” he cuts in, tone sharp, matter-of-fact. “Your body’s already giving in. How long do you think you can hold on?” My knees threaten to buckle. He’s right, damn it. I can barely breathe—every inhale is a fight. My skin burns, my vision swims, and my body screams for something I refuse to give.

Grounding. “Breathe,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. “I’ve got you.” He leads me to the piano and settles onto the bench. I stand beside it, my fingers resting on the glossy black surface, trying to remember how to breathe. Knox adjusts the microphone stand so it’s positioned near me, then looks up expectantly. The room is silent. Waiting. I lean toward the microphone, and my voice comes out smaller than I’d like. “I, um.” I clear my throat. “I’m going to sing something. It’s called ‘If The World Was Ending.’ It’s a song about… about wondering if someone would choose you. If everything fell apart. If nothing else mattered.”

It had reminded her that connection was not weakness. She eased herself free carefully, dressing without waking him. By the time she stepped onto the balcony, the sky was pale and undecided, caught between night and morning. Her phone vibrated. She knew before she looked. Unknown number. Enjoying the silence? It does not mean forgiveness. Her fingers tightened around the phone. Marcus might be in custody, but his reach had not ended with handcuffs. Power like his did not vanish. It adapted. She deleted the message and stared out at the ocean until her breathing slowed.

Tears ran down my face as my fingers clawed at my chest, trying to find air. "You need to breathe," the voice reached me, sounding closer now. "Breathe, Avelora. Breathe!"

I paused at the doorway, I turned to see once more what would soon be mine. A new space. A new beginning. A new life. A quiet, steady breath of hope. As we stepped outside, Cory nudged me lightly. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” “No,” I admitted honestly. “ Doesn’t matter though cause I’m doing it anyway.” He smiled. “That’s more than enough.” “I just realized I haven’t thanked you. You didn’t have to do any of this but you did anyway.” I gushed, giving a little pout.