Let Every Breath Novels & Stories

Until then: breathe. One breath at a time.

A deep, slow breath, every 12 hours through the entire earth's shell go.

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---

“That which fills my lungs and penetrates my marrow. Inhabit me and sustain me. Activate Breath: Shuttling Through Space.” *Whoosh*

Still mine. Still breathing.

There was nothing she couldn’t do. But this wasn't just any guy... It was Timothy. Except, at the moment, she was having a hard time regulating her breathing knowing that if she just extended her arm she would touch him. That thought probably wasn’t the smartest one she’d had tonight since it only increased her breathing and had her clenching the sheets. Chloe was counting down from one hundred when something moved beneath the sheet. It could have been her imagination since her mind was going at a rapid pace, but no, it wasn’t. His foot touched hers and she jumped.

Then, with a swift, shocking intimacy, it *entered* her. Not through skin. Through breath. She inhaled. Her lungs filled not just with air but with awareness. She could feel, suddenly, the currents high above the Temple, the way clouds were forming and dispersing, the tiny eddies created by bats flicking through the night. Every time she breathed, she felt a little more… connected. *Do not forget Me when you are not summoning storms,* Air said. *Talk to Me when you are just walking. When you are just… breathing. That is when you will learn the most.*

God, I think I needed that! We separate and take control of our breathing, our foreheads joined together and my hands still holding her. She lifts her head slowly and looks at me while I look at her, my heart beats more and more at the contact of her eyes, we are both trying to know what is the next part of this. Surprisingly, she holds me too and kisses me back slowly then passionately. What does that mean? We both kiss under the beautiful view of the CN TOWER spectacle. We separate our selves once more, our foreheads still join together and breathing hard.

She’d use the time wisely. With a groan of frustration, Alannah went into her own bathroom and ran the bath. The first step to relaxing was a nice and hot, scented bubble bath. The second was to purge Darius from her head, her body, and her life. This game he was playing was getting too personal. It was time for game over.

“I can’t… I can’t breathe right. I keep seeing it. The warehouse. The gun. The blood. I keep thinking I should have been there. I should have stopped it. I should have protected him. I should have been stronger.” Damien stayed exactly where he was. His voice was calm and low. “You’re safe. Right now. Nothing bad is happening. You’re in bed with me. You’re not in the warehouse. You’re not in the past. You’re here. With me. Feel my hand on your back? That’s me. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” Kai’s breathing got worse. His hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold onto anything. Damien didn’t move closer. He stayed back, giving Kai room. “You’re doing good. Just breathe with me. In for f