Breathless Novels & Stories

His breathing changes. It's subtle. Controlled. The specific small shift of a man who's registered something and is trying not to show it, almost succeeding. The "almost" is in a single breath that's not quite the working breath, not quite the steady rhythm from before. One breath with a different quality, a depth that wasn't there a moment ago. He doesn't look up. I don't look up.

Breathe Aria Breathe Reaching his bedroom which is isolated from the rest, I take deep breaths in and out. But before my hand could come into contact with door, it opens. Blake was facing down but his eyes do not hesitate in rising slowly from my legs to my eyes, he stands still as my heart accelerates. Okay, this is a much signier sign

he said taking his cigarette. She was still standing while breathing in and out. She stepped closer and stand up in front of him, while completely naked. he getting up from the bed spitting out the smoke on her face makes her cough while holding her breath. She has asthma and her Heart was tightened. she crouched down on the bed trying to breathe.

“I just wished it to be a nightmare, a prank, a lie. Anything. It was like I was dying. Worse. I couldn’t breathe…” “How did you… cope with it…” he sounded breathless. “I was trapped in the attack conspiracy before I could think of coping. I had no choice but to move ahead for myself…” I said after a deep inhale. He tumbled onto the couch with his head held low in the shadows of his chest. “Tell me, love…” his voice shuddered. His trembling fingers clenched his chest. Tears ran down his eyes as he lifted and leaned his head against the couch, taking incomplete breaths hoarsely through his mouth. None of the breaths reached his lungs. His chest rose and fell pa

What the fucking fate is this! “I don’t know!” Alora’s voice trembled, her grip tightening around our daughter as her eyes frantically searched mine, as if I’d have the answer. “She’s… she’s not breathing right. It’s like she can’t get enough air.” Nevaeh was beginning to claw at Alora’s shoulder, her tiny hands grasping at nothing as her mouth opened and closed, desperate for air. Tears I was holding back stinged my eyes because my daughter was struggling to breath and I don’t know what to do.

"You were standing still. And your body reacted like something was hunting you." He's right. God, I hate that he's right. "Breathe in for four. Hold for four. Out for six." I drag air in. My ribs resist. The breath stops halfway, like my chest forgot how to expand. I fumble the count. A laugh scrapes out of me. "I sound like a busted radiator." The corner of his mouth twitches. Once. Then it's gone. "Again." I close my eyes. Inhale. One, two, three, four. Hold. On the third count out, my vision whites out. Not pain. Just gone.

He lowered me onto the couch gently, as though I were porcelain already cracked. “Lean back,” he murmured softly. “Elena, breathe.” Breathe. What a useless word. What a cruel request. How does a mother breathe when her babies are missing? My lips trembled as I struggled to steady my breaths. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t force the air into my lungs without feeling like it was slicing me apart. “I, I can’t do this,” I whispered, shaking my head, trembling from the inside out. “I can’t… I can’t just sit here. I can’t just wait. Elijah, Darian, I can’t, ”

Breathless. Desperate. “What…” My voice cracked. I swallowed, tried again. “What are you driving at, Jaxx?”

My voice sounds hoarse and breathy and my throat burns, feeling constrained as if I ate something that went down the wrong pipe. Seeing me struggle for breath, he shouts... "Are you crazy!? What the fuck are you talking about? Look at the way you're breathing!" "No, I'm not– crazy," I reply, trying to make him see reason. He's right about the way I'm breathing though but how do I make him understand that I'm gasping for air, not because I'm dying but because of my burning throat? "Relax man! I can't— talk through the mask..." I wheeze.

The same goes to Kaye and everyone else in the room who reacted with a blank expression on their faces. The room had become so quiet that they could even hear a pin drop. Jae lit up his cigarette and took a deep puff., The smoke blew up and encircled on Brightmoon like a ghostly chain. "Hmm. We meet again!" Jae said nonchalantly. "Yes! Yes!" Brightmoon responded fearfully. Brightmoon gave a sad forceful smile when he heard him. 'I'm done now, this would only spell a disaster now that I'm in the bad books of this young man!'