Novel & Cerita When Breath Becomes Air

“You are running out of air. I control that.” I tried to slow down my breathing, but it felt like I was breathing gelatin, the air impossibly thick. I gasped out. “Please,” I managed to say. “No screaming,” the voice said. “I will give you your air back as long as you don’t scream.”

he bellows, his voice echoing ominously above the surface of the water. He hoists me up, breaking the surface and allowing me to gulp in precious air. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the crisp, refreshing oxygen, and with each breath, I slowly reclaim my composure, feeling the familiar strength surge back within me. "I'm not like most men." I choke out, the cool water cascading around me, soaking my top, leaving a lasting chill across my skin.

“Even if you do.” He let out a broken sound. “Don’t say that.” The light surged again. The world tilted. The circle blurred. “Her breath is fading!” someone cried. Kieran pressed his mouth close to my ear. “Breathe with me. Now. In. Hold. Out. Again.” I followed him, even as the air felt thin, like it had to travel a long way to reach me. “In,” he said. I pulled it in. “Out.” I let it go.

After they had crossed the mountain, the boy suddenly asked, "What type of breathing method is best for the Elixir of Life?" The old man laughed and said, "There are five elements in breathing, and the Elixir of Life belongs to the wood element, so you must use a wood element breathing method. Wood element methods emphasize deep inhalation and exhalation, with each breath taken with full effort. It's like a towering tree trying to root itself in the rocks while vigorously growing its branches and leaves toward the sky!"

I slipped my hаnd раѕt thе cotton mаtеrіаl, рlасіng іt оn the bаѕе оf hіѕ еrесtіоn and ѕԛuееzеd it еvеr ѕо ѕlіghtlу. I hеаrd thе аіr leave his lungѕ whеn my hand began tо mоvе. He regulated hіѕ brеаthіng to mаtсh the ѕtrоkеѕ. Hе сlоѕеd hіѕ еуеѕ, and his body lеаnеd іntо mіnе. Hіѕ brеаthіng switched thе moment I started buіldіng up tо rаріd ѕtrоkеѕ.

Once again, he was my saviour. I let out a sigh as I stare at the sky. Who would’ve thought I would miss perceiving the air of this city? Who would’ve thought I’d miss staring at the sky? I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with air on purpose before letting it out through my mouth.

"Breathe." He soothes slowly. ‘Breathe’? As if I have ever stopped breathing. I have been breathing since I was born, since I fell in love, since I first got slapped by his mother, since I walked down the aisle anyway, and since I signed those papers. I have been breathing so... “That’s it, in…and out.” He repeats rhythmically, over and over, until the tears flooding my eyes slow, and my lungs take in the air following his pattern.

More than grateful. All this while, it had felt like my lungs were clogged with invisible lumps of dust and I couldn't breathe fully. But with this, I could breathe and not only could I breathe, I could breathe fresh air. Clean fresh air. At first, they were heavy breaths as I inhaled and exhaled but as the seconds ticked by, my breathing normalized, my head clearing. "Are you okay?"

She inhaled a mouthful of air, then exhaled. “I’m free..,”

This sensation spread from the nipple to the areola, and then deeper into her chest. Her breathing became heavier. Air was drawn in through her nostrils, making a “hisssing” sound as it passed through the nasal conchae. It then filled her lungs. As the chest expanded under the pressure of the air, the steel wire of her bra pressed tighter against her chest. When she exhaled, air was forced out through her lips, accompanied by a low, deep “hahh” sound that seemed to originate from deep within her chest.