Let Every Breath Novels & Stories

The air inside his chest seemed to have been sucked out by him, Sweet Pea was breathing hard, her cheeks were not sure whether because of lack of oxygen or because of being kissed by him, but Sweet Pea couldn't stand it anymore. With both hands pounding on his chest, Brene Brian was clearly still unsatisfied, but fortunately he still had a bit of humanity left, letting her go, Sweet Pea was freed, hastily sniffed to In contrast, Brene Brian was beside her, her breathing was very calm, her face was not red, her heart was not beating fast, her eyes were cold.

Really breathe. THE END.

My blue eyes aren’t helping either, too bright, too noticeable. I open a drawer and pull out a small black bottle. Not cologne. Pheromones. Alpha pheromones. I spray it liberally on the chest, neck, and wrists. Then raise my arm to my nose and inhale. Strong. Sharp. Synthetic. But effective. Satisfied, I tuck the bottle into my pocket and head out.

So much was happening, and I had lost and gained everything in just a few minutes. I paused and relaxed, even though it was not working, I kept forcing myself to calm down and steady my breathing. This was too much of a risk to take. I had to throw away everything about me to embrace who I was about to become. To be honest, I didn't think I was strong enough to deal with doing all that. “You have always been there, the silent whispers that I hear in my sleep and the presence that seems to follow me everywhere” I said to him, and he nodded his head in confirmation.

Every breath cuts. Every blink shows me something new—a sky that isn’t sky, a horizon that folds in on itself like a knife through canvas. The Shatterpoint isn’t a place. It’s a wound that breathes , pulsing with the ragged rhythm of a dying thing that refuses to die. The Child grips my wrist—the good one, the one that hasn’t gone black and numb yet—but their fingers feel insubstantial, flickering in and out of phase with reality. Their mouth moves, but the words come seconds late, stretched thin by the temporal eddies whipping around us.

[heavy single gasp] What the… [gasping continues] “Where am I?” “What happened? “ I don’t understand what’s happening and I can’t process everything right now. I have to catch my breath. [slowly calms] I look around to see the place and I am sure I am not in my house. This place… looks like a condominium… yes, I am right. The blinds are open and the sunlight is flashing through the transparent big glass wall and I am probably on a high floor.

Every breath that won’t come. Every part of me that’s breaking from the inside out. Because in the end… this was all my fault.

The world starts to darken, and everything is shivering… Suddenly, two warm arms wrap around me, and I feel a steady heartbeat next to mine. A gust of hot breath rushes at my ear, “Brooke, breathe. Come on, breathe with me. There's nothing to fear. Just inhale, and exhale. Do it with me, follow my rhythm. You can do this.”

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

I wouldn't change anytime soon. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. I shook my head and wondered if I would ever feel like I could just be and breathe.