Every Breath You Take Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

Ironically, because of her unwavering belief that it was real, the panic of this chance slipping through her fingers like sand in an hourglass drove her closer to the edge of insanity. Running recklessly deeper into the forest with only intuition to guide her, she didn't realise when his name that was gushing out from her heart had overflowed past her lips. She had been so focused on finding him that she remained utterly oblivious to how ragged and disorderly her breathing had become, resulting in her violent coughing and wheezing. As her intake of oxygen couldn't keep up with how much her body was burning, Aria's mind sunk deeper into chaos and despair.

She looked up, confusion giving way to disbelief. "Then how is this possible?" Leonard held her gaze for a long moment before answering. "They're breathing." A heavy silence settled between them. "They're getting oxygen." Another pause. He lowered his voice. "Their bodies just... aren't using it."

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."

Mine was given to me, Mom having hooked her arm around mine, nearly pulling up all my weight. My bridesmaids walked out of the house, a soft violin playing and at a point we heard everyone rise. The song changed and it nearly made me cry because it was so sweet, so soft with the violin played with such skill. It was like a siren’s call and I was ready to surrender. I turned to stare at mom and she smiled. “Breathe baby.” She said, doing the breathing exercise with me, both of us staring through glass eyes. Her tears fell and mine followed.

I took a deep breath when Steven image entered my mind. The joy I feel now is strange, now I just feel it again. That feeling that something good will happen to me in the future. "Did you hear me? I want you," I remember Steven telling me. No matter how hard I try not to believe, I can't stop myself from dreaming that he's not pretending. Not to brag but I am one of the men who are called heart throbs at our University. Sometimes the four of us, Braxton, Calvin, and Davion, walk up to Wena. Suddenly, a group of our female schoolmates screamed and shuddered.

Every breath. How cruel.

Maybe she'll try to remember it next time. "Grandpa I will hang up the phone, see you later." Without waiting for an answer from her grandfather, Krystal immediately hung up the phone while snorting in annoyance because her headache didn't go away after she tried to remember her past. She couldn't take her medicine now to relieve her dizziness because she had just drunk a bottle of vodka. At least she had to wait for two hours to be able to take her headache medicine. But she couldn't wait for that too long. The headache was so excruciating that she felt like she wanted to take her head off for a moment so she could breathe the stale club air without having to feel the excruciating headache.

I claw at my throat when the whip snaps again. Strong arms wrap around me and pull me flush against a large, strong chest. “Hey. It's okay. It's not happening. We're home. We're safe. Breathe, love. Breathe. That's it. Good boy. Take another breath. That's it. Breathe, baby boy.” Walker says softly, coaxing me to breathe, slowly pulling me back to reality. I squeeze my eyes closed, gripping his sides with shaking fingers. My chest slowly rises as I take in one lungful of air after another.

I’m begging You. Fix whatever is broken in me that turns everyone away from me. Cut. Cut. Cut. I cut and release my demons, or they will take over and control me. Control me to where I can’t breathe or even live. And I can’t breathe right now. It hurts to draw breath into my lungs and panic sets in.