Just Breathe By Jonny Diaz Novels & Stories

Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari I am the ultimate Svengali You, you bitches can't even spell that You, you hoes bugging, repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister 'Cause my flow's so sick, and I'm a lunatic I sang along my head bobbing as the beat got harder, Nicki Minaj knew the right song to sing I mean she's such a cool woman the real deal. After honing for a long time the security decided to let me in, I pull up in the garage with a scowl on my face "Bastard," I cursed at him. Giggling at nothing in particular I walked shakily into the house. Once I reached Janice's door the urge to throw up became so bad, I bent over and felt all the alcohol make it's way

Jasmine nodded, her eyes darting around nervously as she tried to regain composure. She took a few calming breaths, closing her eyes and forcing herself to focus on her breathing. Finally, her lungs relaxed a bit, and the pain faded away, although only marginally. Dylan looked at her in worry and said, “try to relax.” She looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. “I can't breathe…” she murmured, struggling to speak. Dylan nodded. He knew exactly how she felt. “Just attempt to relax,” he instructed calmly. “Try to slow your breathing.”

‘Take a deep breath. I blinked. Right. Breathing. That seemed important. I inhaled. Halfway through the breath I wanted to scream again. “Dude…” I answered through the link. “I’m trying to breathe, but this shit is seriously pissing me off.” Jason immediately joined the conversation. “Baby…” His voice was softer. “Breathe.” “I’m breathing.” “Barely.” “I know.” He smiled slightly. Then his tone became lighter. “Look at it this way.”

Morgan used what little strength he had left to yell, "Believe it or not, you're the only person I have ever loved in this life! After I'm gone, all my assets will be left to you." My hand rested on the doorknob, and without looking back, I responded, "No thanks. I don't want anything that belongs to you. Keep it, or donate it. I don't care." I opened the door to a brightly lit corridor. When I walked out of the hospital building, the spring sunlight poured down on me, wrapping me in its gentle warmth. I took a deep breath, catching the faint, crisp scent of blooming flowers and fresh grass in the air.