The Air He Breathes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe I could breathe again. But when I finally tried, the air just scorched going in.

This time, the call is picked, and I finally realize that I can also breathe without needing any life supporting equipment. ___________

“Everything is fine.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until he pointed it out. “Lisa, baby,” he murmurs, his tone filled with gentle reassurance. “You need to stay with me. Just listen to my voice, okay? Breathe. Breathe for me.” He takes a deep breath, demonstrating for me, and I find myself mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadies. The tightness in my chest loosens, and I can finally inhale deeply on my own.

Can Blood Moon Hybrids even die from lack of air? I glance back at the shore, but the fog is too thick to see anything. “J-Just do it,” I mutter to myself, my teeth chattering from the cold, “For J-Jesse.” Taking another deep breath, I plunge down into the water. Moving fast, I kick my legs, trying to use my abilities to give me an edge. However, that doesn’t stop my lungs from burning from the lack of air. My chest feels like it will explode, as the desire for air has me desperate to break through the surface and just get a mouthful of it. But I hold strong, impossible as it is.

She fought for freedom from Niarthen’s grip, wanting up and not down, her lungs starved for air, but he would not release her, instead turned her within his hold and closed his mouth over hers, forcing her lips to part. Air escaped past them; the bubbles felt against her cheeks as they rose. And then he breathed out, and her desperate suck for air inhaled his exhalation. The pressure in her lungs eased, and before she knew it, they’d exchanged three breaths. He was breathing for her, she realized as the panic subsided. She wrapped her arms and legs around his waist and opened her eyes letting the sting past.

He drags me into a hug, giving me a chance to pull away if I want. I threw myself into his arms, openly sobbing as I desperately tried to remember how to breathe. He ran his massive hands over my waist-long hair, releasing it from its now misshapen ponytail and sweeping it away from my face. “Breath, in through your nose, out through your mouth, that’s it. Breathe with me now, love.” He holds me close and breathes with me until my tears have dried, and my breathing is even.

His chest rose and fell painfully as he struggled to breathe. “Tell me… how do I breathe?”

Breathing, safe and alive. His. All his.

His face was ghostly pale in the moonlight. "I can't..." he wheezed. "Air. Need... air." "You have air," I said, my voice rising in pitch. "You're okay. Just breathe slowly. In and out." He slid down the side of the truck until he was crouching on the pavement. He was trembling violently.

I kept my gaze fixed firmly out the window watching cars blur past. I hated this type of silence, it was too uncomfortable. The tension was like a physical blow, punching against my chest until it felt like I couldn’t breath. “Cory,” I finally said, my voice sounding foreign to my ears. He didn’t turn, but I saw his shoulders stiffen from the corner of my eyes. “I… I need to say this again. I’m sorry.” He let out a sharp breath, finally glancing at me before looking back at the road.