Breathless Novelas e Histórias

Squeezing my eyes shut, I leaned forward and curled up over the blankets. Almost as suddenly as my breath was stolen away from me, a single gasped filled my lungs with the air that I desperately needed. It hurt, my head pounding and my chest liftings but at least I could breathe. At first it was the smallest of breaths, my full inhale hitching. Making me inhale faster to try and get more oxygen. ‘Slow down, Caspian. Slow breaths. Deep. You’re panicking.’

His screams echoed through the courtyard as the crowd watched in horrified fascination. "Secondly, you will experience breathlessness," Blaze continued, his tone devoid of mercy. Varik's breathing became increasingly labored, each gasp for air a desperate struggle. His chest heaved, and his eyes bulged as he clawed at his throat, trying to force his lungs to draw breath.

One more— Breath.

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.

I exhale shakily, struggling to catch my breath. I’m short on oxygen and suffocating inside of me despite the room well ventilated. I’m in trouble.

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I couldn’t breathe. The air came in too short. Too fast. My hands were braced against the bathroom sink as I tried to pull air into my lungs, but it felt like something was tightening around my chest from the inside. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I repeated the word in my head, but my body wouldn’t obey.

I couldn’t breathe. I was caught. Dead to rights.

His breathing is ragged. Ready to end it. “Hulio… NO!”

Almost like he’s panicked. My hearing cuts out and I hear nothing. All sounds are gone. I see the man mouthing something but I don’t comprehend sounds. I narrow my eyesight but I’m not hearing anything. Why? Leo turns my face towards his, “baby, breathe… breathe”. Am I not breathing?

Why is he here, where is little man? what's going on. I suddenly felt like a thousand hands were pressing down on my windpipe making it hard to breathe. Breathe Glamour, breathe. I kept chanting in my head till I was able to breathe again. I can't believe my eyes, maybe I'm beginning to see things because I'm traumatized.