Like A Breeze Novels & Stories

BREA POV Inhaling deeply, I took in the fresh breeze that blew over my face. It tickled my hair, just like the grass underneath my bare feet, and I felt like melting. I stretched my arms wide and basked in the feel of the strong wind pushing against me

I envied their obliviousness, their ability to carry on with their mundane existence, untouched by the storm brewing within. The cool breeze brushed against my face, whispering secrets that I longed to understand. I welcomed its touch, allowing it to soothe my heated skin, even if only for a fleeting moment. The rhythmic sound of my footsteps became a mantra, a chant that accompanied my internal struggle, a desperate attempt to find solace in the cacophony of my thoughts.

I don't want them seeking consent from me when all they could have done was do things romantically rather than behaving like prep school children who would always seek permission from their teachers for one thing or the other. I felt a light breeze on my face but I didn't open them to know what it was that fanned my face, and five seconds later I felt the same breeze fan my face and a tingle ran through my body but I still didn't open my eyes. Few seconds passed and no one said a word, rather I felt the breeze becoming more unbearable as it kept coming closer to my face.

Even a light breeze would make a huge difference. No sooner have I thought it than I feel a small breeze kick up around my arms and face. It’s gentle, barely a whisper of wind, but it cools my sweating brow. I close my eyes enjoying the sensation, and when I open them back up, I notice a wispy cloud is now covering the sun.

Before he could even open my door, I was already out, the salty breeze wrapping around me like an embrace. I lifted my arms and let the wind take me, breathing it in, letting it flood the hollow parts of me. I screamed into the air; not in pain, not in sorrow, but in raw release. Tears blurred my vision, but they weren’t sad tears. They were something else. Relief. Gratitude. Awe. I let the breeze slap my face and arms, tangling through my hair. I spread my arms and tilted my head to the sky, allowing the night to wrap around me.

The crisp, cold air tickles my skin as I sit at the park's cement bars to keep myself from falling into the water. The faint aroma of salt penetrates the sea breeze and flows into the crisp air, adding to the whole experience. The wind blows through my hair, a symphony of rustling whispers, and it feels both energizing and calming, like nature's embrace. The sound of the wide body of water resonates throughout my body as the breeze envelops me, giving me a sense of the infinite. Waves breaking in the background blend with the wind to create a symphony of nature's own making. I had a profound and unforgettable experience as I stared out to the nowhere of the ocean's infinity at this moment wh

And the fresh air felt nice against my skin. We walked side by side, the road stretching out ahead of us. The sun was warm, but there was a cool breeze that made the weather just perfect. As we passed the gates of the mansion, I noticed how quiet and peaceful it was in the surrounding area. There was something calming about the countryside—the distant hum of nature, the chirping of birds, the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

They sat in silence, the gentle breeze sp1laying across their skin and toying with Mel's hair. Lori's beaded braids were too heavy to be lifted by the soft wind, and so they tinkled instead, guided by the slight motions of Lori's head as she gazed upon the scenery before them, a relaxed smile on her face.

The warm breeze brushes gently against my skin as I lean back on the gold bench, my head tilted over the top rail, eyes closed. The sunlight filters through the trees, bright but not blinding, its warmth settling over me like a soft embrace. It’s the kind of day that would normally make me smile, the kind of serene weather that feels like it belongs in a painting. The wind whistles faintly in my ears, carrying with it the rustling of the leaves and the faint, sweet scent of the flowers planted all around the compound.