Novel & Cerita Sneeze

"Let’s get you warm," he said as his fingers threaded gently through my hair, trying to untangle the mess the rain and his drying had left behind. I didn’t expect it—the simple gesture, his touch—it caught me off guard, making my chest tighten in ways I didn’t want to think too much about. My body, traitorous as always, leaned into the motion. And then, without warning, I sneezed. It was loud and unladylike, and I immediately clapped both hands over my nose and mouth, mortified. My eyes widened as I tried to suppress another sneeze building in my throat, but Lucas’s startled expression completely derailed me.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance and quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on the table to wipe his nose. Hellena instinctively turned her head, her round eyes blinking softly as she noticed the change in her boss's face. "Mr. Kael? Are you alright?" "I'm fine," Kael replied curtly, his voice suddenly sounding slightly nasal. He loosened the top button of his shirt, feeling his breathing become a little heavier. "Achoo!" Hearing the second sneeze, which sounded worse than the first, worry immediately appeared on Hellena's face. She shortened the distance by leaning forward slightly.

Except for the 10 Sotiras and 10 S-class level Heroes that were unexpectedly locked up. Gabriel sneezed with a start but then move his nose with his fingers expressionlessly, relieving the itch that his nose was feeling a while ago when he sneezes. He after that, gone to the stink to vigorously wash the fingers that moves his nose. In his mind, even though he cleaned and washes up his body every day or every time he felt a sticky sensation in his body, the nose which is visible to the public is still the most third dirty part of the body.

How childish. Over at his apartment above the gay bar touching up his eyeliner for an important customer, Jericho sneezed. The crooked eyeliner in the mirror reflection made the gay man scream in frustration. Why did he have to sneeze now?! Sniffling, the gay man cleaned it away with a huge pout. Someone must be cussing behind his back. Why else would it happen when he did the most important part of his makeup routine?

What a refined lady I am. And not just one sneeze 3 consecutive sneezes that make my eyes cry with no apparent reason. Gideon was infront of me in an instant. He lift my face. Worry was prominent in his face. He stares at me as if assessing if I am dying already with just sneezing my brains out. Unfortunately I sneeze again but thankfully I did not sneeze on Gideon's face because that will be embarassing. Gideon mumbles something and looks around. He lifts me bridal style to my chagrin.

Now that's the weirdest. Why didn't I bring my sweaters along? Now, I'm totally freezing. The meeting was already ongoing, and I was supposed to be taking down the minutes, but, there I was, shivering. My hand was shaking uncontrollably whenever I held the pen. It was like fighting a very tough battle with myself, and this crazy urge to sneeze wasn't even helping. I kept trying to control it, I literally touched my nose a thousand times. Why in god's name was it not working?

The amount of awareness I had with my current situation is enough to tone down my cries. The cold weather easily dried my tears. It made everything more uncomfortable now that I feel sticky every time I move my face. It’s hard to breathe with my clogged nose. I could breathe through my mouth, but that means the snot can get inside. As much as blowing out all the snot sounds wonderful, that would only make my face stickier. With nothing else to do, I screamed my lungs out. They said you could feel lighter after shouting your frustrations. It did, just a little.

I finally settle for a book in the non-fiction section, I’ve never heard of the author before but why not give it a chance. I find the tables in the middle of the library and pull out a chair for myself. As I settle in my seat, I sneeze and the building trembles a little. “What was that?” I whisper-yell to myself. Am I sick? This hasn’t happened in a while. Was that me? I sneeze again, answering my own question. Yes it was me. I sneeze again and the tremble is stronger that the first. I feel my eyes start to burn.

Yet, as the bloom neared my face, an immediate response was triggered – a series of sneezes, as if my body had decided to express its dissent. Concern etched across his features, he released the rose hastily, his worry palpable. "Baby, are you alright? What happened?" His inquiry was fueled by the sight of my continuous sneezing, and he was quick to react, likely sensing that my nose was beginning to resemble a shade of crimson. Gathering my scattered focus, I managed to convey, "I'm allergic to roses." The words emerged amidst sneezes that persisted as an unwelcome distraction. His response was swift; he dashed to retrieve tiss

If I’d been wearing my mother’s lip gloss, it was all gone. And I said, “Hi.” Up close his smells clouded his skin, tainted into sweat. Soap and cigarettes, aftershave and talcum powder. Something sharp mixing with something it shouldn’t. Razorblades scraping inside my nose, making me sneeze. “Bless you, honey.” I didn’t understand why he laughed—laughing like it’s funny to hear someone sneeze. I didn’t understand why he sounded nervous about it: my sneeze, his laugh, both. And not understanding, I laughed back.