Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

She watched it focus — the terrible, effortful way his attention had to travel back across some tremendous distance to arrive in the present moment. "Breathe with me," she said. She made it audible — exaggerated the inhale, made the exhale long and visible. In. Hold. Out slow. She did this five times and watched his chest begin to synchronize with hers, the way one pendulum eventually matches another through simple proximity.

Respecting the distance, or maybe just wary of the blast radius. "Breathe with me. In through your nose. Four counts. One. Two. Three. Four." I try. Fail. My chest is a tight knot that won't expand. "Again. Follow my voice. In—two—three—four. Hold—two—three—four. Out—two—three—four." I lock onto his voice. It’s steady. Clinical. I follow his rhythm. His control. Slowly, the room stops spinning. Air reaches the bottom of my lungs.

“Everything is fine.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until he pointed it out. “Lisa, baby,” he murmurs, his tone filled with gentle reassurance. “You need to stay with me. Just listen to my voice, okay? Breathe. Breathe for me.” He takes a deep breath, demonstrating for me, and I find myself mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadies. The tightness in my chest loosens, and I can finally inhale deeply on my own.

she stuttered with sobs, once again trying to reach out to me. Almost immediately after her last attempt, I quickly moved one of my hands to meet Aryana's shaking fingers, holding on tightly. With gentle movements, I brought her hand to my chest, palm resting over the fabric draped over my body. I let her feel the steady rhythm of my breaths, the distinguishable up and down of my thorax, and the muscles all moving to show Aryana that she could breathe successfully. Each intake of air was distinct and exaggerated to help Aryana focus.

Warmth from his muscles. "When someone lies," she stammered. "Their hands don't move. If they tell the truth, they will move."His lungs burned as cool air filled them. His chest moves as if he is smiling. "Really?" He asks. Nod. "What else?" Why doesn't he let her say what she wants to say? "Sage , I..." "Is there anything else, Miss . Derrick ?" She closed her eyes, forcing another fact into her head. "If you can't sleep, try the 4-7-8 technique. Inhale for four seconds. Hold for 7. Exhale for 8. "

I caressed his cheek gently, and he leaned against my touch, breathing deeply as his body slightly stopped shaking. "Like that," I said, looking at him "Breathe with me," I told him, taking deep breaths and letting him breathe with me. We breathed deeply for a long time, looking into his eyes without taking our eyes off each other. "This way," I said, looking at him "Good," I continued, "Breathe." I stretched out and put my forehead on his, letting his warm breathing tickle my face, I put my hand on his chest, opening the palm of my hand, feeling his heart under my hand, Feeling the way she was slowly calming down and beating more slowly.

Blake pointed at his lips which she stared at next, noticing the stubble that grew around them. “Good, Luna, can you hear me at all now?” Cassia nodded, finally sucking in some air. “Let it out slowly, Luna. Don’t go too fast now. That’s it. Feel Cole’s arms around you now, and take in another deep breath.” Cassia did as she was told, noticing how warm and firm yet gentle Cole’s grip on her was. “Good, now let it out.” For the next few minutes, Dr. Blake had her notice things around the room whilst breathing in a rhythmic pattern. Deep breath, hold, release, hold - and repeat.

The two-way yes that made my skin a home. I sit on a bench and breathe in fours like he taught me when my nerves spiked before a scene. In for four. Hold for four. Out for four. Hold for four. The edges of me stop vibrating. It feels like cheating that his voice works even when he isn’t here to speak.

His breathing was shallow. "Sure you can. Look at me. You can do it, just take a deep breath and let it go slowly. In and out", I spoke calmly. "I. Can't." he gasped the words. I parted his knees, putting my own legs between them, getting closer to him. "We're doing this at the same time, okay? You and me together." I took his hand and placed it right above my belly button, my hand on top of his. "Feel the air getting inside, expanding my belly. Breath with me." Taking a long breath, I exhaled slowly and did it several more times until he began to follow suit, his gaze fixed on our connected hands.

Instinctively, I open up to let him in and that's when I drag in the first breath of air. I tear my mouth away from his as I gulp in several times, battling to breathe once again. “Lily, look at me. Try to breathe slowly, like this. In. Out. In. Out.” While he says this, his eyes are pinned on mine and he's doing the breathing exercise along with me. I follow his leading, inhaling when he does and exhaling when he does, mirroring his actions and searching his face like it has all the answers I need.