The Air He Breaths
Synopsis:I was warned about Tristan Cole.
“Stay away from him,” people said.
It’s easy to judge a man because of his past. To look at Tristan and see a monster.
But I couldn’t do that. I had to accept the wreckage that lived inside of him because it also lived inside of me.
We were both empty.
We were both looking for something else. Something more.
We both wanted to put together the shattered pieces of our yesterdays.
Then perhaps we could finally remember how to breathe.
Sometimes you read a book, hear a story on tv, hear a testimony that makes you sit back and truly dig down deep and think about your own life. How much you really have been given, how you take it for granted daily, and how deeply it would cut if it were gone in an instant. I always think when I have those moments- I won’t forget them and I will try my hardest to be thankful every single day.. But then real life comes along and it slowly becomes easier to forget.
I’m so grateful I got the opportunity to read this story. Not only because it’s so beautifully written but because it was one of those stories that reminded me of how everything can be taken in the blink of an eye and the cozy world you live in- will be no longer.
Tristan’s life was ripped apart and everything he had to live for is gone. The shell of a man he is now has him believing he is no longer worthy of being loved. He isn’t living.. He’s making it day by day in his own personal hell.
“Each day was one breath at a time. I couldn’t think much further than that, otherwise I’d choke on the air”
Liz and her daughter need to start over. Heading back to her roots is going to be tough but she knows it’s the right place to raise a child. But going back means facing the past and showing everyone there – you will never be the person you were before.
“He took a breath. I took one too. One breath. That’s all I could manage.”
Liz literally drives into Tristan’s life. He’s rude and mean but she sees something in his eyes. She knows that behind the hardness, there is something more. He’s a mystery to her but she can sympathize with the grief and hurt he carries. Sometimes the only way to heal is to find someone who can help ease the pain. Even if it’s just pretend- those moments make them feel like a whole person.
“Everyone in this town is afraid of me. Do I scare you, Elizabeth?” he whispered, his breaths brushing against my lips.
“Because I see you.” <3
This story was excruciating for me to read. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, stomped on, thrown in a blender and obliterated. But somehow- by the end, that liquid heart was healed. I will admit I cried 75% of this book. I can only think of one other book that I “felt” so much, I could feel it in my bones. I wanted to help carry their pain and in a way- I did. My stomach hurt, my eyes were puffy and sore from crying, my heart felt abused but once I finished I just sat in awe at the story that just unfolded.
“He was thunder, I was lightening, and we were seconds away from creating the perfect storm.”
Brittainy Cherry’s words are probably the most beautifully written sentences I’ve ever read. She weaves a story by painting a picture with poetry. It’s not just another book.. This one stand out among the rest. I read so much that sometimes even when a book is great- I don’t remember it a month later. I’ll NEVER forget Tristan and Liz’s story. It embedded in my heart and it NEEDS to be heard- Every second. Every minute. Every hour. Every day.
“The heartbreak is worth those few moments of happiness, and the pieces of the shattered heart can be put back together. I mean, there will be cracks and scars, and sometimes this burning memory of the past, but that burn? It’s just a reminder you survived. That burn is your rebirth.”
Please- do yourself the honor of reading this story. I can promise you wholeheartedly that you will be thankful you did.
10 STARS for this one. I would give it a million actually. The number of stars are endless because you can’t measure this kind of beauty and pain. It demands to be felt.