Every Breath She Takes Novels & Stories

Let it sit. She walked to the window. Opened it. Night air came in. Cool. Clean. No AC hum. Just air. She stood there. Hands on the sill. Breathing. Really breathing. Not the shallow “between tasks” breath. Deep breath. The kind that fills your ribs. Her phone buzzed on the table. Not in her hand. On the table. She didn’t rush. She walked over slow. Screen lit up. Unknown number. Same one from 4:47 PM.

Trying to find that little girl who curled up to die at eleven years old, much like this, and pushing her to stop … just stop Camilla. Breathe. Except how can I breathe when my oxygen is gone? Snubbed out and taken from me before I really got to see if there was more for us than this. I’ll never breathe again if he doesn’t come back to me. I will lie down and go with him. He promised me. HE PROMISED ME!!!

“That’s right, get reading.” I watched as she read the books, taking in all the information as she read. She looked like she was a nerd, a beautiful nerd. She reminded me of Belle and I was the Beast. She had a wrinkle in the middle of her forehead, creasing as she focused on the words she was reading. She was perfect, the perfect girl for me. everything I could ever want in my Queen. *present* I screamed out in pain as pain shot through my body, losing all connections with Skylar. She had left the city.

It was such a simple, human gesture, but in the fragile ecosystem of my feelings, it felt like an earthquake. I stepped into her space and wrapped my arms around her, her head fitting perfectly under my chin. She smelled like packing tape, old dust and that faint vanilla that seemed to follow her everywhere. I felt her exhale against my chest, a long weary sigh that seemed to release weeks of tension. “You’re welcome, Rem.” I murmured into her hair. She pulled back just enough to look at me, her hands lingering on my forearm. “See you tonight.” She whispered “See you tonight.” I concurred.

Zendaya said with drops of tears falling from the sides of her eyes. After she managed to say these words, she fell into a deep silence, there was no sound coming out from her end anymore. Silence took over and her breathing became hoarse, she could no longer breathe well, then her breathing became hard, and began to struggle to breathe, within a couple of minutes her chest rose and fell back, it continues to grow and fall for a while, she finally took her last breathe, breathing out heavily. Immediately she took her last breath, the wood seems to have been enchanted the entire place was as calm as a cold bottle of ice.

“ I was … I was … I can't breathe, “ a crooked smile slipped on my lips. She couldn't breathe, but she had wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me on. Her eyes brimmed of tears which were out of pleasure, my hands ran through her hair as I placed my forehead on hers, “ Breathe Ray, take in air, for I will be damned if I let another man take you from me”

She whispered just above his already bluish lips, moments before she lowered even closer, gingerly pressing her own against his. And then, the unthinkable happened. The faint sound of a sharp intake of breath suddenly cut through the deep silence, moments before her own doe eyes closed, her body lifelessly collapsing onto the cold floor into a deep slumber, causing me to freeze and remain rooted to my spot, simply staring, utterly shocked. She did it. She managed to give him the Breath of Life.

Mostly not her as it is making her lose her breath more. I hear a sharp intake of breath before me. But I’m more focused on her. And the vein popping in her forehead. “Fuck.” I hear the muffled scream of frustration before she stops scratching at my hand and turns it around. A force pushes me back, so hard that I almost reach the other wall. I manage to stand on my feet still. Finally free, she sucks in a deep breath. Her chest rises and falls with every greedy gulp of air she takes. The blue around her lips starts to disappear and her complexion goes back to normal from how flushed red it was before.

The man was so damn tall and hefty, he easily threw her away, causing Danika to let go of Elena in the process. The air rushed into Elena’s lungs, her chest expanding as she took the first breath. Then the second one. It felt as though someone had just thrown water in her face, and she could finally breathe. She breathed, coughing and hacking up the last bits of oxygen from her lungs. She rubbed her sore neck as the tears ran down her face and her whole body trembled, unable to hold onto whatever was left inside of her.

He nods, running off to retrieve one, and she smiles at me. “First time?” she asks, and I nod as she grabs my hand, putting it on her naked chest between her breasts, “Feel how I breathe? Calm down; it’s okay.” I nod, my breathing becoming more even, and Mike appears with the paper bag. He hands it to her, and she fluffs it, giving it to me, “Here, breath in and out.” I take the bag and do what she tells me, and soon, I can’t breathe again, but now I hold back tears. I really screwed this up.