Novel & Cerita The Air He Breathes

There was pure fright on his face. I panicked. I felt like I couldn't breathe either. "Don't die. You can't die. You can't. Not you. Not you too. Please. Breathe." I shook his limp body and used all my powers to help him breathe but nothing worked. And then suddenly, he sucked in a huge gulp of air before he began breathing quickly, taking in as much air as he could. But I still couldn't breathe. I was talking huge gulps of air but my lungs were burning.

Every breath. How cruel.

How could she be so careless? The thought sparked a burn in his chest, a subtle tightness that made each breath feel heavier. He cursed under his breath and pushed open his bedroom door, stepping inside. The air felt too thick. He crossed to the nightstand in three strides, snatched his inhaler, and pressed it to his lips. One deep, practiced breath, and the cool rush of medicine opened his lungs just enough to ease the pressure. He sat down on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, inhaler still in his hand, breathing slowly until the pounding in his chest steadied.

We did not stop until I could not breathe, he pulled away "Breath Zee" urh, how does one do that again? I forgot how to breath… "Urh how do I do that again?" I ask him Niklaus laughs "Inhale count till three... one... two... three... And exhale" I follow he is instructions and I start breathing again I blush, I look down at my hands and stutter out "Thank you... For that" "Don't worry about it" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

Darrion asked him. "It's um, the air we breathe," Jain tried explaining. "There are certain airs that humans cannot breath, like metana that's usually found in mines. They induced faulty in our body if inhaled, just like poison would. But plants produce the safest air for humans and animals to breathe. That includes moss," Jai pointed to the green moss growing on the bark.

The air gets colder the deeper it goes, which is wrong, cold should sit at the top and let the warmth sink, and the wrongness of it tells me more about what lives here than anything he has said. Frost grows on the walls in feathers and ferns. My breath hangs in front of me and does not fade. Somewhere far below, something vast and slow breathes in the dark, in and out, in and out, patient as tide, and after a while I understand that the breathing is the mountain full of his hollowed silvers, dozens of them, all drawing the same borrowed air at the same borrowed pace, and I have to stop and put my hand flat on the freezing wall until the urge to scream goes back down my throat where it belong

he said, and my breathing became normal. Fuck! He loves it.

Unable to comprehend the scene in front of him, his thoughts raced. He put a trembling hand over his chest to try to control his breathing and said to himself, "No… this isn't possible." He was out of breath from the shock that was running through him, as if the air itself had become thicker, making it more difficult to believe what he was experiencing.

“Everything is so loud.” “Focus on breathing,” he says. His voice is quieter now, though still harsh. But for some reason, his volume doesn't hurt me. “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Come on, let me hear you.” He rests his jaw gently against my head, his arms tight around me. I shut my eyes and try to follow his lead. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe—

Only the weight of his hands keeping me tethered to this world. Another surge flickers under my skin, weaker this time but still there. It licks up my arm and dies against his palm without burning him. “Breathe in,” he instructs, slower now. “Deep.” I try. It’s shaky. Uneven. The air tastes like metal and storm and him. But I try. “Good,” he murmurs. Pride flickers in his eyes and it hits me harder than the power did. He’s proud of me for breathing. “Now out. Slow.”