The Air He Breathes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Only her tears and gasping sounded in the chilly night air. "Breathe." He leaned in and scooped her up into his arms. Her frame was so cold in his arms, "Breathe for me, princess." His arms encircled her back, and he squeezed tightly. He felt her take slower, deeper breaths, and finally, she was breathing normally. He smiled slightly and leaned his head against hers, her warm vanilla scent filling his nose. Something about it calmed his raging soul, calmed the war that constantly waged in his mind daily.

My dry throat knocks me to my knees as it keeps choking me. "I know this," I think, one of my hands wrapping around my throat. "I know this! It what's happens when a person breathes in the poison air!" Moving fast, I stop breathing and instead hold my breath. Taking the backpack and throwing it on the ground in front of me, I open it. "Come on. Come on! Come on!" Finding my gas mask, I immediately put it on, and take in many breaths of clean air. Finally feeling better, my throat no longer sandy dry, I push myself up and look around.

Or disappear and never come back. But he’s breathing. He’s warm. He’s here.

“If you—” “You want to know how hard breathing is near him? Would you believe it if we tell you we never breath at all around him? Yes, that’s expense a free oxygen becomes with our king.” A certain person hurriedly interjected and I listened in a daze completely in disbelief. Nonetheless, it didn’t end there.

Ivy’s POV When the first rush of air fills my lungs, it feels like a lifeline tearing me away from some cold, terrible place. There’s a strange urgency to the feeling–that first breath is almost gentle, a soft gust of wind, the tender brush of a familiar hand against a flushed cheek. But the next breath that comes is a desperate, coughing, almost choking thing as my lungs do their best to remember how to take in air. The breath after that is even more ragged, and I can feel my chest heaving over and over again as I go through the motions of taking in air and expelling it even more rapidly.

It was like I was breathing fresh air and it just makes me livelier for some reason. I looked at the woman responsible for putting me in the pod with a confused look. "What happened to me? Why can I suddenly......breathe?" The woman smirked. "Atlanteans were never meant to breathe earth air. It is polluted and therefore making you vulnerable to illnesses. Here, we get fresh oxygen from the water plants and filtering them in. All we did was contain you in the tube and filled it with the water plant oxygen until we can cancel out the earth oxygen in you." She said and handed me a white hospital robe from the table and fresh underwear. "Here. Wear this and wait outside with the others until eve

My breath leaves me in a rush. Heat. I am hot everywhere. Stephane's mouth on mine is rough, hard and dominating. I can't breathe. I don't know if I even want to. His fingers press lightly in the sides of my throat, exerting pressure, controlling how much air I can breathe, it is the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me. I didn't even know I was into stuff like this. But then I am into anything that has to do with Stephane.

I fight myself and try to convince myself there is air, that this is not really and to keep breathing. 'Breath, keeping breathing.... breath!' I tell myself, but its no use, with each breath I take is shallower and shallower, containing less and less air. 'For fuck sakes, Breathe!' I shout at myself, 'breathe, come on, fucking hell, BREA...'

The breeze brushed against his skin. The atmosphere, hot as the sun made it, did nothing to dry the sweat that soaked more than his face. The dry air grated at his nostrils with each intake of air and his lungs expelled them with a labor telling of their hate for it. They were clearly not designed for these parts of Ayla.

Hе wipes thе thin lаyer оf swеаt frоm his fоrehеаd with his sleeve аnd thrоws himself оn thе white mеtаl chаir which is neхt tо him. "Uh...wоuld yоu likе tо drink sоmеthing?" "I. Just. Wаnt. Wаter." hе's brеаthless. I cаn see his chеst expаnding аnd cоntrаcting quickly due tо thе lаck оf oxygеn.