Through the Window

Not How You Thought It Would Go, Right? Part 1

Chapter 4

            I stopped breathing. His face was just that beautiful. Everything fit and hinted at things of character. If I could have asked about each individual feature, I’m sure it would’ve described him perfectly. I was openly staring at him in the face; right in the eyes without a care in the world. I knew he was staring at me staring at him but I just couldn’t bring myself to care even a little bit. My thought process had totally left me. My brain had turned into mush and leaked out of my ears and was now somewhere on the floor. If he was still listening to my thoughts I’m sure he probably thought I was a legit idiot by now. At the moment I didn’t care, he was just that awe-striking.

            The right side of his mouth pulled up slightly in a lopsided grin. I guess he was enjoying my mental rant about his beautiful looks. Whatever.

            “You are correct, I am enjoying it quite a bit actually. But before you or I get too carried away maybe you should close your mouth and take a breath.” He suggested.

            My eyes widened a bit as I realized he was right, I did stop breathing! How long has it been since my last breath? Squirming in his arms I started to panic. What if I didn’t breathe ever again and I died in his arms? Would that be a bad thing? Not necessarily…

            I heard him grunt in amusement. Ugh! I keep forgetting he can read my mind!

            “This is very entertaining but you really need to breathe, like right now.” There was a slight since of urgency in his voice.

            I could feel the need to provide my lungs with oxygen and I wanted to breathe, I really did… but it was like I just couldn’t. My body convulsed once in his arms and I clutched my arms to my chest. Oh my goodness! I CAN’T BREATHE! I shot my wide eyes back up to the mans’ intense grey ones pleading with him to help me.

            “Shit!” he cursed low as he rushed over to my bed and placed me down. I laid down on my back still clutching my chest, opening and closing my mouth desperately trying to force some air into my lungs. Black dots started to slowly expand across my vision as I watched the man with growing interest. He was squatting next to my bed looking in my bedside table drawer. I could tell by the tenseness of his shoulders that he was focused.

            My lungs were burning.

They were screaming for air.

The pain was ridiculous.

I gave a shallow gasp of need as the blackness further consumed my vision. This was it for real. This was the moment I really died.

My back arched off the bed and I grabbed the sheets as if clutching them would make air magically appear in my starving lungs. No dice. The rummaging in my drawer stopped and I vaguely saw the man turn to me. He looked more like a white blob than a man at this moment in time. I think he was saying something to me but I couldn’t be sure, the blood was pounding in my ears making it sound like I was standing under a huge waterfall.

I felt hands on my hips and immediately thought he was trying to do something inappropriate to me because I was dying. I tried to protest, weakly moving my legs and shifting my hips slightly in a weak attempt to get away from his warm hands, but I soon gave up. Moving and struggling made my need for air that much more urgent.

My mind was slipping.

I couldn’t focus.

He was saying something to me again but I had lost all my five senses. It was actually quite calming being in state of nothingness, aside from the dying need for air. The need to breathe was beyond dire now. The blood that was throbbing through my veins and arteries had slowed considerably; it was almost non-existent, just a loud slow ‘galump’ every once in a while.