When I Breathe In My Heart Hurts 소설 & 이야기

Never in my life had he acted not only so cold but also mean. Walking away from the pack house, it was getting harder to breathe. I took gasping breaths before I finally stumbled. My knees fell to the gravely grass on the side of the road. Grabbing the front of my shirt, the weight on my chest felt heavier than before. It hurt. It felt like my chest was being crushed. “Winter!” I looked up to see Luna Ember crossing the road. “Winter…what is happening?” As I shook my head, I tried to take another breath but it caught before I could even inhale. Tears flooded down my face. It was scary. I couldn’t breathe. It hurt. Luna Ember gathered me to her, holding tight. She brushed some hair out of my

Elena POV Everything hurts. That’s the first thing that comes back. Not slowly. Not gently. It crashes into me all at once, sharp and overwhelming, like my body remembers everything before my mind does. My chest tightens. My ribs, God, my ribs… Each breath drags through me like glass, shallow and wrong. I try to inhale deeper, and pain spikes so violently I choke on it, a broken sound catching in my throat. Air. I need air. I try again. Slower. In… It burns. Out… It shakes.

My chest hurt from breathing but also from screaming so loudly, my voice sounded raw and hoarse and nothing like the smooth, rich baritone I always thought it would be. But this pain wasn't enough to keep the rest of the world away, because they were just going back inside their heads anyway, just like everything else. I'd heard that somewhere or another a person can drown themselves by drowning all their problems with too much coffee and not enough water. I thought my head was going to explode from the pressure I was feeling at that moment. My heart was beating so fast I swore it would give out any second. I couldn't breathe. It seemed like I had forgotten how to and I was suffocating. I co

All of Aiden's emotions and certain memories assult me; coming through the thread that connects us. It's too much all at once. I clutch at my chest and stomach gasping for air. I can't breathe. I can't speak. A sound like that of a wounded animal comes from my chest. Tears sting my eyes. My heart bangs against my chest as if trying to break free.

Mason My chest rise and fell rapidly, palpitating so loud that I can even hear the sound. I press my both palms over my face exhaustedly, elbows on the desk, breathing through my fingers. The pain is too heavy for my fragile heart. Quickly I refresh the screen again, and shut the laptop with a sharp snap. By mistake, I don't want to look and still see the photos staring back at me. “How do I handle this if it turns out to be true?” I mutter.

He sure is delighted to see me in a dilemma. My head seems to blow up when he said that. A painful screeching noise buzzes in my ears. I feel numb, but hurting at the same time. I feel like crying out loud but my tears seem to be on a strikeout as well, hiding somewhere inside my pumping chest. It’s really painful and I can’t breathe properly.

The one who killed my father! The hurt and grief stressed me out until I felt something that contracted on my chest, depriving me to breathe. I tried to catch any oxygen at the place where I was but to no avail. It was the time when I heard a loud beeping sound from somewhere that made me start to panic.

Alethea I clutch my chest tightly, overwhelmed by an unexplainable pain that threatens to consume me. The agony is so severe that I struggle to breathe, and I begin to take slow, deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself. This pain is like nothing I've ever experienced before, and I'm at a loss for words to describe it. It feels as if my heart is shattering into a million pieces, leaving me feeling broken. I lean against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and a lump forms in my throat, making it hard to swallow. My thoughts scream in protest: "No, no, no!"

Hailey*** I can’t breathe. It feels like my lungs are collapsing under the weight of everything, like I’m drowning in this cold, suffocating nightmare. My body is trembling, but it’s not from the chill in the room. The hospital air is frigid, but it’s the fear, the terror, that has a hold on me, squeezing tighter and tighter with each breath.

It felt like the ground tilted and I could no longer stand still. It felt like my heart got stabbed with a sharp sword. My vision blurred for a second. I realized I’d been holding my breath too long. My lungs burned. I knew he’d been with other people before me, and it was fine, but why did it hurt this much? I made a small sound and took a step back. “Kaima, wait—” “No,” I whispered, holding my palms out slightly as if pushing him from across the room. “Just… just give me a moment to process.”