Seven Heavens Breathing Method 소설 & 이야기

Damien's car pulled out immediately behind us. The city moved past the windows, the evening traffic, the lit buildings, the ordinary continuous movement of a world that had no idea what was happening in this car, and I pressed my back against the seat and I breathed the way Dr. Adaeze had shown me at our last appointment. Slow and deliberate. In through the nose, hold for three, out through the mouth. The kind of breathing that required enough focus to give the mind something to do other than spiral. Six weeks early.

“Stop fighting me and breathe.” But I couldn’t stop fighting. I couldn’t let him see me like this. I couldn’t risk him asking questions I didn’t know how to answer. I pushed against him again, weaker this time. “Please, I just need to…” “Breathe.” His voice dropped lower, that commanding tone that had pulled me back from panic attacks before. “In through your nose. Now.” My body obeyed before my mind could protest. Air trickled in shakily. “Good. Hold it. Count to four with me. One. Two. Three. Four.”

My fingers hook into her waistband, and I yank her jeans and underwear down in one desperate motion, tossing them somewhere behind me without ceremony. I look. Nothing. No baby. But … something definitely looks different down there. “Is he there?” Mel pants anxiously. “No!” I say quickly. “Breathe … just breathe … like in the classes.” I take a dramatic inhale. “IN … two … three … four …” Then exhale. “OUT … two … three … four …” I try again. “In … two … three … four …” My head starts spinning. Okay. This breathing crap is NOT working. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. I try again. Still dizzy.

It feels like an invisible weight is sitting directly on my lungs; the pressure is unbearable. Everything around me seems to spin, blurring into a chaotic mess. I can't focus on a single thing; the world is moving too fast, and it is becoming harder and harder to breathe. I claw frantically at my throat as tears soak my cheeks. I try to speak, to apologize, but no sound comes out. I reach out for something to stabilize my shaking body, but I can't find anything to hold onto. I feel myself falling, but the hard floor never comes. Instead, strong, familiar arms wrap around me, lifting me entirely off the ground.

Back when life was hell. Hir anxiety spiked through the roof, which caused hir heart to race in hir chest, and hir lungs to hyperventilate uncontrollably. Ze attempted to pull and tug at hir bindings, but found hirself completely powerless. Against simple rope. No, ze told hirself. Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. This isn’t the past. This is Godeater. Taunting me. Trying to break me? Lucifer closed hir eyes, and breathed in and out slowly. An exercise that Freya had taught hir to do many, many times. Although ze didn’t find much value in them before, they certainly helped hir now.

He smirked, leaning down to have his face just a few inches from mine. “Sir please, I am not playing any kind of game with—” “Game?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave as if I sparked an idea in his wicked mind. Chuckling, he took a few strands of my hair, twirling it in his fingers. “…do you know the game, seven minutes in heaven?” “Yes, I do, sir…” hearing that, he pulled away, only to hook me closer by pulling me by my waist. His big hand is feeling me directly under my white top. “Uhm…I don’t think it is appropriate for me to-”

He asked, bringing her back to reality. She didn't answer him immediately. She closed her eyes tight. She concentrated on taking deep breaths. Inhale, hold, exhale. Breathe in. Hold, breathe out. Repeat. Over and over. She repeated the exercise until her breathing became steady again. And then she opened her eyes. "I'm listening," she said quietly, looking up at him.

"And if my mind resists too hard?" "Then we stop before permanent damage occurs." He said it so matter-of-factly, like such damage was just a minor risk to be managed. "But I don't think that will happen. You've already been experiencing its knowledge seeping into you, which means your consciousness is naturally more permeable than most. We're just going to accelerate and direct that permeability." He finished his preparations and sat down across from me, outside the circle. "Close your eyes. Focus on your breathing. In through the nose for four counts, hold for four, out through the mouth for four. Establish a rhythm."

Her blush cheeks. And her beautiful body. "Now then, " He spoke wiping his blood-stained sword with a cloth and staring at the lifeless body of the king's most trusted messenger. "Prepare for the coming news of King Arthur's death." A tear, a heavy tear. Once you feel that heavy tear falls down the brim of your eyes, you surrender your feelings and let them fall off your eyes to ease the burden in them, but then your hearts fill-up the grief weighing you down. Eventually weakening your legs. As your knees bend making you fall to the floor lets your sorrow surround you slowly.

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.