Breathless Synonym Novels & Stories

It was deathly silent, with only the sound of my thumping heart filling my ears. “Breathe” Lupus whispered. I sucked in a sharp intake of air, unaware that I had been holding my breath.

My breathing started to get harsher and rougher as incessant flow of tears gushed out of my eyes in wild fury while my nose constricted any air supply while I sat gaping through my open, frightened mouth. My body started to tremble uncontrollably while I just stared right back at him with a horrified expression on my face. “Zara ! Shshhhhhh honey. Breathe. It’s ok, babe. I will be alrigh- ,” he gently cooed while wincing but I just stayed in my place in numb shock with my tears not agreeing to stop even for a second. Breathlessness soon became an issue and only worsened when hiccups and sobs clubbed with it.

“You are running out of air. I control that.” I tried to slow down my breathing, but it felt like I was breathing gelatin, the air impossibly thick. I gasped out. “Please,” I managed to say. “No screaming,” the voice said. “I will give you your air back as long as you don’t scream.”

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?

What’s he going to say when he finds out? A cold feeling filled my chest. Like two steel bands wrapped around me and tightened. Tightened till I couldn’t breathe. My throat clogged up. I grabbed my chest, hitting it with my fist, willing the air to go down to my lungs. My throat made a rattling sound. I reached out for anything. Anything at all. I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! Oh God I’m dying! I can’t breathe! Why can’t I breathe? Darkness encroached the corners of my vision. I felt myself slipping away.

One more— Breath.

I couldn’t breathe. I was caught. Dead to rights.

I can’t. My breathing is fast and untamed. My breathing is loud and uncontrollable, more than I can hold, more than I can stand, more than I can take. More than I am. It breaks against the walls, against the wood, against the surface of my resolve. It breaks against me. It breaks against him. It breaks against the silence and fills the silence with something other than air, with something other than breath, with something other than fear. My breathing fills the silence and leaves no room for anything else, anything else, anything.

His breathing turned uneven, low and strained beneath me. Faster. Less controlled.

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five