Breathing
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Brady stood on the terrace, inhaling the scent of a cold December night. With every breath, the sound of the Dimera party faded and the chill of the air became nonexistent. All Brady wanted to hear was his breathing. He doesn't want to hear Chloe's explanations, Phillip's heckling, or Belle's rationalizations. All he wanted to hear is the air, entering his lungs and exiting from his nose.
Brady: Why the hell did I tell her?
Brady closes his eyes. He began to focus on his breathing. Inhale… flashes of he and Chloe playing basketball. Exhale…'I could open up to you because you are just a friend'. Inhale… Chloe hurled a dollop of whipped cream on Brady's left cheek. Exhale…'Phillip…You can't leave me. I love you'. Inhale… 'I am seventeen, going on eighteen. I'll take care of you'. Exhale…'You are cruel and sadistic, rotten to the core!'. Brady closed his eyelids tighter and opened them. He slowly walked along the terrace. He stopped and closed his eyes again. Inhale…Exhale…Inhale…Exhale…. He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. He could feel the ice crystals in his nose and felt a crystallized tightness around his eyes. He pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed his eyes and his nose. He placed the kerchief in his left pocket and kneeled to tie his shoe. He heard a faint commotion.
Chloe: Dammit, Phillip. Leave me alone.
Phillip: We need to talk, Chloe.
As Brady rose to his feet, he heard someone call his name.
-End of Breathing-