Novel & Cerita Keep Breathing In Love

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

“Breathe.” “I am breathing.” “Through your teeth. You do that when you’re freaking out.”

She better not answer that, I thought. But a second later, she did. A blushing emoji. That was it. What. The. Heck. My chest tightened like I'd been sucker-punched. I felt like I couldn't breathe. This summer wasn't supposed to be that hot, but right then, I was burning up inside. I threw my phone on the table, marched over to the air conditioner, and pressed the button. Nothing. Electricity was out. I looked around the sweltering, dead-silent house and muttered to myself, "Great. No AC. No lights. No husband. No daughter."

“Everything is fine.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until he pointed it out. “Lisa, baby,” he murmurs, his tone filled with gentle reassurance. “You need to stay with me. Just listen to my voice, okay? Breathe. Breathe for me.” He takes a deep breath, demonstrating for me, and I find myself mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadies. The tightness in my chest loosens, and I can finally inhale deeply on my own.

I snorted, my voice devoid of warmth as I said, "No need for that, Vincent. You've used up all the love coupons. Let's get a divorce." For a few seconds, there was only silence on the other line. Then, Vincent demanded frantically, "What are you talking about? I've still got 20 or so love coupons, don't I?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I slowly said, "Didn't you know? You used the last one when you asked me to jump into the pool."

No more paperwork. No more pretending. Only love.

“James, pick up. Stop joking around. Please, pick up… pick up the phone!” By the end, her voice carried a hint of sobbing, but the call never went through. “Honey, stop calling. Just sign the divorce agreement. The wedding isn’t even finished yet,” Sean whispered anxiously. “Get lost!” Wendy shoved him aside violently. “No way! He’s just tired and resting. He won’t leave me!” ‘Impossible! What memory erasure operation? What divorce agreement? James wouldn’t leave me!’ Seeing her hysterics, Carl calmly extended the pen to her once again.

He drags me into a hug, giving me a chance to pull away if I want. I threw myself into his arms, openly sobbing as I desperately tried to remember how to breathe. He ran his massive hands over my waist-long hair, releasing it from its now misshapen ponytail and sweeping it away from my face. “Breath, in through your nose, out through your mouth, that’s it. Breathe with me now, love.” He holds me close and breathes with me until my tears have dried, and my breathing is even.

I can barely breathe, panting and gasping hard, choking on my tears in my furious rigidity as I strain my limbs to keep him at bay “Please stop, look at me…. We’re not back in Illinois. Sophie, were in Manhattan, you’re in my apartment, baby. You’re safe…. Breathe, slow and steady, breathe with me; listen to me. Focus on my voice and breathe…” His soothing tone comes through the panic once more, connecting to me on some level and I lose all resolve. Fight in me dying as fatigue overtakes me and I realize I am held tight in his arms. His muscles, his strength as he holds me taut, so my body is immobile. Gasping and shoving with all my might and strangling myself with the inability to catch my

"I- I can't…" Pulling me into his chest, he wrapped his strong arms around me, in a protective grip. "Just do what I told you to. Just focus on my voice and take deep breaths. You will be fine, Love. We will get out of here in a moment. Just keep breathing." I clutched him tight against me, taking deep breaths and focusing on his deep voice that's whispering soothing murmurs into my ear. His intoxicating smell filled my senses as I inhaled him more and more, as if he was my only source of oxygen.