Every Breath You Take Novels & Stories

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."

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

His voice rose for the chorus, the emotion in the words pure and honest. ‘You took my heart and healed me, you took my hand and led me away, you took me in and saved me, you’re the breath I take every morning, the last breath I exhale at night, you’re the missing piece I never knew I lost.’ Axl took a breath, his fingers playing the notes, and he closed his eyes for the next verse.

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."

This is just insane. **********

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 might die of grief! "Don't make me wait too long Steven!" I cried after I remembered the last time we met. "Steven, why are you keeping me waiting so long?" I stared as the sunlight hit my face. Pain hit me again. I can't breath. It's been a few years since the sun was rising like today but Steven still hasn't come back. Gradually my feet stepped across the expanse of terrain where I was. Until I no longer realized I was running fast. I’m used to exhausting myself when I feel like I can’t breathe anymore.

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.

A moment later, he pressed his nose against my neck and took a deep breath in, breathing in my scent the way he always does. Another sound of pure relief slips past his lips as he exhales. A second later, he pressed his nose firmly against his favorite spot on my neck and took a deep breath, inhaling my scent the way he always does.