For You I Hold My Breath Novels & Stories

His gaze is steady. "Just breathe," he whispers. "I'm breathing. I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm fine. I'm completely fine. I'm totally fine. I'm perfectly fine." "You're not. You're holding your breath. You're gripping my arm like I'm going to disappear. You're white as a sheet. You're shaking. You're about to pass out. You're about to run." I exhale. Slowly. Deliberately. I force my shoulders to drop. I force my jaw to unclench. I force my hands to relax. I force my heart to slow.

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

Cameron was standing outside Marissa’s door, trying to build the courage to ring the doorbell. After a deep breath, when he was about to touch the bell, someone called from behind, causing him to have a mini heart attack. “Cameron,” “Fuck! Marissa, you scared the shit out of me.” He exclaimed loudly, one hand on his heart and breathing deeply. “I am sorry, but why are you standing outside my door?” She asked him curiously. Today, Marissa was late coming home as she had to run to the grocery store, so it was unusual for her to see her student uncle standing in front of her doorstep in all his glory.

Ava released the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Where have you gotten yourself into, Ava?"

Squeezing my butt cheeks tight then massaging. It's been so long since a man has held me like this. Since he's made me feel so beautiful and wanted. My breaths come fast and I want to climb him like a tree. My hands grip on my forearms around his neck, trying desperately to become one with him. Desperation. That's how it feels. To my toes, I'm desperate for this man. Unexplainable. Heart stopping. Life changing.

Andre said. "Don't let go. Just a few more seconds and I'm there" Alexander said and just then, he had reached his brother's hand and as he was about to hold it, he was not so lucky, Andre's hand had already slipped off the iron and before Alexander could grab it, Andre was already on the floor, before Sophia, lying lifeless.

Her father said and Eleven who was wide-eyed immediately covered her chest with both hands. “Why are you covering it in front of me? I'm your father, you should cover your breasts when you run in the rain. How many men have seen your boobs huh? It seems you don't feel embarrassed if other men see it. Are you happy to share?” Her father's words only made Eleven speechless, her eyes began to tremble and slowly tears flowed down her cheeks.

After a long pause, he simply said, “Vee, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His answer was certainly touching. If it were not for the hurt she had carried from the past and her intense hatred, his words would have moved her. She was the only one in this large room. She lifted her head at her reflection, a complete illusion of herself, and smiled as if she were acting alone on a stage with no audience present. She purposefully remained silent, delicately listening to the calm but restrained breathing on the receiver. She waited until the frequency of his breath gradually became uneven before giggling. “Give me some more time, Edward. Alright? I’m taking it slowly step by step.”

I muttered. But my thumb betrayed me. The screen changed. Calling… My breath caught. The phone rang once. Twice. I held my breath, heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else “Hello–”

Hailey*** I can’t breathe. It feels like my lungs are collapsing under the weight of everything, like I’m drowning in this cold, suffocating nightmare. My body is trembling, but it’s not from the chill in the room. The hospital air is frigid, but it’s the fear, the terror, that has a hold on me, squeezing tighter and tighter with each breath.