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Lilly Breath in. Breath out. Nothing to be nervous about. It is just me and the guys. We are hanging around the garage. That’s what I keep telling myself over and over. I can do this. Lug has faith in me. I’m a good singer. Inside I feel like a washer machine on a spin cycle. As lug and Neil sing I can feel myself calming down but not by much. Lug is about done with his second song. I’m next. I breathe deep and concentrate on the lyrics of my song.

One more— Breath.

I breathe in and the footsteps disappear " do you want peace?" He's lips smirks " I have a proposition for you" " what is it?" I asked not showing him how deeply interested I am "Be mine!" T.B.C

-I don't want you to go. -Why are you doing this, Nick? -I whispered, his face was so close. I could feel his breath collide with my lips. His arms were on either side of my head and he had me pressed against his body. -Do you want to know? -Yes. -Because you're mine.

It feels like my lungs are filled with water, I couldn’t breath. Is it too late now? I put my right feet forward. Can I go back? I take one step followed by the next. I don’t want to die. I walk faster until I come running. And while I ran I heard a song play, but I guess it should not bother me anymore now that I know I am dead. Stand by Me By Oasis Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day

She sniffled and added out of nowhere, “I miss you, Liam. I miss you so much.” His blithe, upbeat laughter rang from the other side, followed by the faint sounds of horns blaring. A few seconds later, he continued, “Silly girl. You make it sound like we’re millions and gazillion and bazillion of miles apart! Look, stay there. I’m coming. They might not let you go home, but no one says that I can’t go to the hotel instead, did they?”

Only the sound of our panting, discordant breaths fills the space. ---

Who would have thought trying to breathe hurts so bad! “It hurts,” I whispered, my voice barely even a sound. Luca's face twisted with concern. “I know, but it won't for long, Mira. You just need to breathe and release whatever it is that's blocking your lungs.” He explained. I managed a nod, my eyes swelling with tears. “I need you to trust me, Mira. You'll be okay. Now, just inhale and hold." He instructed. I tried, and failed. The breath came out too soon, like there was no space for it to be in there.

Breathing the same air. My pulse thundering. Her lips parted…just then… BANG.

“Trust your design—trust yourself.” My breath jerked unevenly, tears of frustration burning my eyes. “You remember it?” I whispered, vulnerability cracking my voice, needing his reassurance like air. “I remember you,” he murmured, thumbs brushing my cheeks tenderly, wiping away a stray tear. “Breathe—deep, with me.” “I am,” I insisted, but it was shallow, frantic. “Breathe like you mean it—like you're fighting for us.” His words wrapped around my heart, infusing strength.