Breathless Synonym Novels & Stories

Her slender fingers wrap around my throat and I gasp, choking on the lack of oxygen. It is a truly terrifying feeling, not being able to catch your breath. My lungs are still trying to inhale and exhale, but they aren't getting any air to them. I feel like my heart can't decide whether to beat faster or beat slower, so it feels like it is just sputtering in my chest like the engine in an old clunker car.

A vast, cavernous space that she could feel but not see, and in the center of the space, something was breathing. She could hear it. A slow, rhythmic sound, like the tide, like a heartbeat, like the turning of the earth. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. And with each breath, the dark became a little less dark, until she could see the outline of what was before her.

“The wolf who died with you.” The night collapses around us. And I can’t breathe.

Not fear. Just a strange, fleeting sense that the world is holding its breath.

Every breath. How cruel.

I was having a hard time breathing, it was unknown to me, whether it was my restlessness or fear of her words coming true. "Yes, but your absence can, can't it?" She asked, a sinister smile took upon her lips, "They say, someone's absence is what puts all of our mistakes right in front of our eyes and do you think he will be able to overlook all of it when deep down, even you are aware of the truth that he is willing to give up everything for you?" My breathing got caught in my throat. My lungs were not willing to support my body anymore. The air felt heavy like a stone and worst of all, I didn't even want to breathe, I just wanted to disappear and never feel again— Dying seemed like a bette

It’s like my head is being squeezed, and I can’t seem to breathe. “Lucius... I can’t… breathe...”

Still mine. Still breathing.

My breath became shallow. What the fuck?

It feels like an invisible weight is sitting directly on my lungs; the pressure is unbearable. Everything around me seems to spin, blurring into a chaotic mess. I can't focus on a single thing; the world is moving too fast, and it is becoming harder and harder to breathe. I claw frantically at my throat as tears soak my cheeks. I try to speak, to apologize, but no sound comes out. I reach out for something to stabilize my shaking body, but I can't find anything to hold onto. I feel myself falling, but the hard floor never comes. Instead, strong, familiar arms wrap around me, lifting me entirely off the ground.