Novel & Cerita Breathing Rhyme

I screamed as I waved my hands frantically to the crowd. I crouched down and tried speaking to her in a calm voice. "Hi, honey. My name is Rheya. Are you okay?” She didn’t respond but kept rocking herself. She must be really frightened. “Are you like me? Sometimes crowded places make me really nervous,” I continued. She remained silent but raised her head and nodded. Yes, finally, a response! “I know a trick that helps; do you wanna try it with me?” She nodded tearfully. “Okay, breathe like me. Let’s take a deep breath. We did some breathing exercises together, and after a little while, her breathing was calm. Her eyes stayed fixated on me.

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

“Breathe with me. Match your rhythm to mine.” Cheyenne felt his heart beat against her sweaty palm and blushed a bit, feeling him. “That’s it, Princess. Breathe.”

The rain kept falling. The family kept breathing. Barely. Broken. But breathing.

I arch my back. "Shh! Baby." He whispers. He speeds up and I start building up and seconds after I explode on his hands screaming his name. He retreats his fingers and makes no other move, "Why are you stopping?" He has left me a panting sweaty mess, "All in good time baby, sweet dreams." Fuck.

Fingers unbuckle clumsily until I free myself, cock springing out as though desperate for air. If I can just get myself off, maybe the heat will ease. Maybe then I’ll think straight—find my way out of here.

“I don’t understand—” “Then don’t think. Just breathe with me.” Their bodies pressed together, hearts racing, their bond thrumming in agony and need. For the first time, Aria realized just how inescapable it was — not a curse, but a lifeline. She buried her face against his chest, inhaling his scent, forcing air into her lungs with his. Slowly, painfully, the poison’s grip loosened, undone only by their closeness. When at last Kael could draw a full breath, he held her tighter, his forehead resting against hers.

"In for four counts. Watch. One, two, three, four." I tried to follow but my breath stuttered and caught. Tears streamed down my face, hot against my cold skin. I couldn't do it. I couldn't breathe right, couldn't calm down, couldn't be strong enough for what was coming. "That's okay. Try again. Just watch me." He breathed in again, slow and controlled. "One, two, three, four. Now hold. One, two. Now out. One, two, three, four, five, six." He repeated the pattern, his hands still cradling my face. "You don't have to match me perfectly. Just try. Even one good breath helps."

I make sure to take slow, even breaths, in through my nose, out through my mouth, before saying in a voice just loud enough for her to hear. “Breathe, Little Warrior, feel my chest moving, match your breaths to mine. Breath in, 1, 2, 3, hold, 1, 2, 3, breath out, 1, 2, 3.” I repeat it in a loop and eventually feel her begin to breathe with me. When her breaths even out, and I know she is no longer hyperventilating, I kissed the top of her head, whispering, “Well done, Echo, well done, keep breathing for me, Little Warrior, you are safe here.” Her body had relaxed into mine, so I asked the question in my mind. “Echo, can you tell me what just happened?” I felt a shiver run down her spine as s

I close my eyes. "Breathe with me," he instructs. A sound fills the room—not music, not white noise. It’s a rhythmic, low-frequency thrumming. Like a heartbeat. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. "Inhale," Echo whispers. I breathe in. The air feels cool. "Exhale. Let the day dissolve. Let the stress melt into the mattress." I breathe out. My shoulders drop an inch. "Good. You are safe. You are open. You are mine."