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I STOP BREATHING

作者: Mimi
last update publish date: 2026-08-01 22:38:30

The headlights flood the living room like a searchlight.

I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't think. My lungs have forgotten how to work. My heart is pounding so loud I'm sure they can hear it outside. My vision is tunneling. My hands are ice cold. My whole body is frozen.

Ethan's hand finds mine. His grip is tight. His body is tense. His eyes are locked on the door.

"Don't move," he whispers.

"What—"

"Don't move. Don't make a sound. Don't even breathe. Just stay still."

He pulls me behind th
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  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises   I STOP BREATHING

    The headlights flood the living room like a searchlight.I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't think. My lungs have forgotten how to work. My heart is pounding so loud I'm sure they can hear it outside. My vision is tunneling. My hands are ice cold. My whole body is frozen.Ethan's hand finds mine. His grip is tight. His body is tense. His eyes are locked on the door."Don't move," he whispers."What—""Don't move. Don't make a sound. Don't even breathe. Just stay still."He pulls me behind the couch. His body covers mine. His hand is over my mouth. His breath is warm on my ear. His heart is racing against my back.The front door creaks.Someone is trying to open it.My heart is pounding so loud I can't hear anything else. The blood is rushing in my ears. Every nerve in my body is screaming. My hands are shaking. My teeth are chattering.Ethan reaches into his pocket. Pulls out his phone. Types something with one hand, his other still covering my mouth. His fingers are trembling. His

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises   YOUR BABY DIDN'T DIE

    The words are still echoing in my skull.Your baby didn't die.They won't stop. They keep playing on a loop, over and over, like a broken record I can't turn off. Like a song I've been waiting my whole life to hear. Like a truth I never dared to hope for. Like a miracle I never believed could happen.I'm still staring at the phone. Still feeling the weight of everything she told me. Still processing the truth that just shattered and rebuilt my world in the span of a single phone call. Still trying to breathe. Still trying to believe.Ethan is holding me. His arms are tight. His heart is racing. His breath is warm on my hair. His body is shaking against mine. His tears are falling on my shoulder."Say it again," I whisper."What?""Tell me what she said. Tell me I didn't imagine it. I need to hear it again. I need to know it's real. I need to believe it. I need to feel it."He pulls back. Looks at me. His eyes are wet. His hands are shaking. His voice is raw, like he's been crying too.

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises   THE NURSE CALLS ME

    The phone is still pressed to my ear.The woman is still crying. Her sobs are raw, broken, like she's been holding them in for years. Like she's been carrying a weight that's finally too heavy. Like she's been waiting for this moment her whole life. Like she's been counting down to this call."Ava Thompson? Are you still there? Please tell me you're still there. I need to know you're hearing this.""Yes. I'm here. I'm listening. I'm not going anywhere. I've been waiting for this call my whole life. I've been waiting for answers.""I was there. The night your baby was born. I was the nurse on duty. I was the one who held him first. I was the one who saw everything."My legs give out. I sink onto the couch. My body feels like it's made of glass, like one wrong move and I'll shatter into a million pieces. My hands are shaking."You were there? You saw him? You held him?""Yes. I saw everything. I remember everything. I've never forgotten a single detail. Not his eyes. Not his cry. Not hi

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises    I Lost Everything

    The room was silent after the storm inside me finally settled.I sat curled against the couch, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. I couldn't bring myself to drink it.Ethan remained beside me.He hadn't let go of my hand.Not once.Neither of us spoke for several minutes.Some silences were louder than words."I keep thinking..." I whispered.He looked at me immediately."What?"I swallowed hard."If I had left work earlier... or later... if I'd taken another road... if I'd stopped for coffee...""Ava.""If I'd done anything differently, maybe none of this would've happened."He shook his head."No.""You don't know that.""I do."His voice was calm."It wasn't your fault."I laughed bitterly."I was the one behind the wheel.""And someone drove straight into you."My fingers tightened around the mug."I remember the impact."His jaw clenched."I remember hearing glass shatter."His breathing slowed."I remember screaming for the baby before I blacked

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises   THE ACCIDENT MEMORY

    The memory hits me without warning.I'm back in the car. The rain is pounding on the roof like fists, like the sky is trying to break through, like the world is trying to end. The wipers can't keep up. The headlights are blinding. The road is slick and unforgiving. My hands are gripping the steering wheel. My knuckles are white. My heart is racing. My breath is shallow. My mind is spinning. My soul is screaming. My body is frozen. My vision is blurring."Ava?"I blink. Ethan is in front of me. His hands are on my face. His eyes are searching mine. His voice is pulling me back from the edge, from the darkness, from the past, from the nightmare."Ava, where did you go? You were gone. You were somewhere else. You were lost. You were far away. You were drowning. You were dying. You were disappearing.""The accident," I whisper. "I was back there. I was in the car. I was reliving it. I was dying again. I was losing everything again. I was losing our baby again."He pulls me close. His arms

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises   I WAS PREGNANT

    The truth of the accident still hangs in the air like smoke that won't clear.Ethan is still on his knees. His hands are still holding mine. His eyes are still wet. His face is still pale. His heart is still broken. His soul is still bleeding. His world is still spinning. His life is still unraveling. His hope is still flickering."I was pregnant," I say.He freezes. His whole body goes still. His breath catches. His heart stops. His world tilts. His life changes. His reality shifts. His eyes widen. His hands tremble."What? What did you say? What did you just say? Say it again. I need to hear it again. I need to make sure I heard you right. I need to be sure.""Before the accident. Before everything fell apart. Before I left. I was pregnant. I was going to tell you that night. I was going to tell you everything. I was going to give you the world."He stares at me. His face is white. His hands are shaking. His eyes are wide. His soul is shattered. His hope is dying. His heart is break

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises    I SHOULDN'T HAVE COME BACK

    Red.I stare at the dress hanging from my hotel closet.It's the same one from three years ago. The one he bought me. The one he tore off with his teeth."I can't wear this."My reflection doesn't answer.She just looks scared.I pull out my phone. Text Mason."This is insane.""Probably," he write

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises   THE ARTICLE THAT RUINED HIM

    Three years. Two months. Fourteen days.That's how long I've been gone.The Seattle Blizzards' press room smells exactly the same. Ice. Sweat. Expensive cologne trying to cover both. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead like angry bees. Reporters crowd the wooden benches, laptops open, fingers read

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises   THE ICE CAPTAIN STARES

    Morning light cuts through the bedroom windows like a blade.I'm alone in his bed.The sheets smell like him. Cedar. Ice. Something darker underneath.My dress hangs on the closet door. Red. Wrinkled. Evidence."Ethan?"No answer.The bathroom is empty. The shower is cold. His toothbrush is gone.I

  • Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises   HIS NAME ON MY SCREEN

    His mouth is on my neck.Teeth. Tongue. Three years of hunger."I've dreamed about this," he says against my skin."How many times?""Every night.""Liar.""Count the nightmares, Thompson. That's how many."His hands slide under my dress. Find bare skin. No underwear. Just like Mason said."You pla

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