Novel & Cerita Every Breath You Take

Anthony peeked out from behind her, looking smug. I collapsed onto the floor, finally snapping back to my senses. Looking at my sister's blazing eyes, mine turned red. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I struggled to my feet, enduring the unbearable itch crawling across my skin, and began putting every rubber figurine back where it belonged. In the end, my throat was so swollen I could barely breathe, and my face turned a sickly blue before I collapsed onto the ground again. Yessenia watched me gasp for air while still trying to clean up. She seemed a little taken aback.

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.

I know what this means the end is near. “Breathe in,” he murmurs, low, intimate. I obey. The air fills only the top of my lungs. He holds me there, and I want to panic, but I don’t. “And out.” As I exhale, his weight presses me down, coaxes the breath from my chest, leaving me hollow, empty.

Everything I loved. I took a breath. A slow, deliberate inhale, letting the pulse beneath my ribs become my anchor. I forced my mind inward, to the faint, thready connection that tied me to Caelan. He was there. Fighting. Struggling. I could feel the tremor of fear and effort in his essence, the raw, unrefined force of his survival. But he was tethered to me. Faintly. Weakly.

><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><>< "Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, Amaury. Why the heck aren't you breathing?!... Hold on... you're breathing, you're just not getting this right!". He scolded himself. His problems had been resurfacing lately and they were really getting to him.

"Because it's my decision to make....." Marco didn't knew what to say so he said what first came into his mind. "Because it's me who will decide if you live or die, If you breathe the forth coming years or Or lie in the grave at this very moment. It does not matter what you think or what you want because it is me who will decide so if I want you to be alive it means that you will be alive irrespective of how much you want to die.

Too afraid to take what I wanted. I sucked in a deep breath, held it for as long as I could. Pushed it out in a slow, controlled stream. "Cricket?" Turo pushed me from his arms slightly. Looked down at me. Holding his gaze, I took another deep breath to a slow count of five. Held it for another five before exhaling to the same count. His dark eyes searched my face. "You're exhausted." I snarled as I breathed in through my nose. Hold. Pushed it out through my mouth. "Don't tell me what I am, Turo. It pisses me off." I pushed myself back into his arms. Slid mine around his back.

I shrieked out of so much frustration. Breathing became hard so as to calm down. Every breath I take I have to take a deep breath. The shallow breaths I was taking didn't seem to be enough. It's hard and I have to pull more to be able to breathe properly. I feel like I need to reach the last breath before I feel the relief I want to get that is vaguely being given to me now.

Ivy’s POV When the first rush of air fills my lungs, it feels like a lifeline tearing me away from some cold, terrible place. There’s a strange urgency to the feeling–that first breath is almost gentle, a soft gust of wind, the tender brush of a familiar hand against a flushed cheek. But the next breath that comes is a desperate, coughing, almost choking thing as my lungs do their best to remember how to take in air. The breath after that is even more ragged, and I can feel my chest heaving over and over again as I go through the motions of taking in air and expelling it even more rapidly.

He blew incredibly gently, mindful of the fragile, minuscule lungs, delivering three soft, measured puffs of air. One. Two. Three. For a terrifying, agonising second, nothing happened. The silence in the room felt deafening. Then, the tiny chest heaved. The blue baby suddenly spluttered to life, coughing weakly before letting out a thin, reedy, beautiful cry.