Novel & Cerita In The Air Tonight Meaning Drowning

My chest burns from lack of air and I watch as I sink further, grass twisted around my ankles keeping me down. What a great way to die. Drowning. Finally a death I deserved.

The air grows colder, thicker, harder to breathe. Just three more seconds. Three… Two… One. “ATTACK!” My voice cuts through the air, followed by an angry roar of agreement. Tonight, we live or die.

My male raises his voice in an attempt to show he wants the finger back tiny palms reaching for Cronus's hand. I remain silent again not wishing to conform to his words that pain me. Drowning. Yes, I remember that feeling. It isn't merely about not being able to breathe. It is a slow death where despite one trying to reach the surface, the miracle never comes until...the person who bounds them to the bottom of the ocean sets them free.

My breath caught in my throat at the first sign of freedom, and my smile began to form slowly. I am coming for you, Micah. I felt the stabbing pain of the needle as it pierced my skin, and my eyes collided with the cold ones of the elder whose name I couldn’t recall, and then everything went black. *** I was drowning. My head was submerged under water, and I was gasping, desperate for air, but I was held down by something, and no matter how I shook my head, I couldn’t be free. Suddenly I was airborne, and I sucked in air greedily, spluttering as water escaped from every opening on my face.

wishing to swim out of this darkness and follow the light. My lungs protest as a heaviness settles in my chest...I move my legs, kicking , thrashing to only feel a sharp pain in my leg....with now the water around me getting red in the colour of my blood. A second felt like an hour and slowly slowly the air I kept in my lungs was leaking in forms of small bubbles leaving my lips. And that's when I knew, it was my end. I was going to die. Leaving all the struggle, I let my body drown. My stretched hand, wishing to chase light, getting drowned in darkness.

The way the world goes so still before it ends. Drowning. Again. *** I don’t know how long I was under. Maybe seconds. Maybe hours. Then I felt it. Arms. Strong. Familiar. Breaking the surface. Air hit me like fire. I gasped, half-sobbing, coughing water. The world spun. Voices echoed. Someone shouted for towels. But all I could see were the eyes above me. Andrei. Holding me like he’d never let go. “Breathe,” he whispered. “Natalia, breathe.”

From air and from life. --- Aiden watched Grace disappear beneath the water and the ice swallow her. "GRACE!" He ran to the hole. Looked down. Nothing but dark water. "GRACE!" he screamed again. No answer. No movement. The ice around him was cracking. But he didn't care. Grace was down there. Drowning. He jumped. The water hit him like a hammer. Every nerve in his body screamed. His muscles seized from the cold. But he forced his eyes open. Looked around through the murky darkness.

Forty-six… Forty-seven… “You’ll go hypoxic if you don’t breathe soon,” Caspar said. “I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?” Caspar sounded like he was holding back laughter, even through the bond. “We won’t resuscitate you again if you drown.” “Wouldn’t expect you to.” Fifty-nine… Sixty… Sixty one… My stomach began to tighten after the minute mark. My eyes popped open on instinct, the chlorine burning. I could see Cedric and Caspar’s forms floating beside me, calm as ever. I squeezed my eyes shut again and kept going.

“Help me!” Zoe’s panicked voice is distant, barely audible over the rush of water. “Piper, no! Why did you jump in when you can't swim? You’re drowning!” My vision blurs as I kick and twist, reaching for the doll. My fingers close around its wet fabric just as my strength gives out. The water pulls me under, and I hear Zoe screaming for help. Darkness creeps in, and my chest burns with the need for air. Somewhere above me, Zoe’s voice breaks into sobs, but it feels so far away. My thoughts swirl, disjointed and hazy.

I'm sorry that I won't get a chance to watch us grow old together. Drowning is excruciating. The saltwater filling your lungs burns as you cough, struggling to find air. Your large, gasping breaths are futile as you release the last of your oxygen into the fluid around you. Your mind starts to create hallucinations as you lose the last of your air. Like right now. I see Atlas' shining face. His whole body seems to glow with brilliance as he swims towards me. The angel of death taking on my husband's form is a kindness of my mind. If I am to die, let it be in his embrace.