Can’t Win Me Back

Ever since Alyssa woke, she had hardly left Jasper's side, forsaking sleep and rest with no regard for her own health.

Three more days dragged by, though for her, it felt like months— years—decades.

The time that passed was agonizing.

This wasn't the first time Jasper had been hurt because of her.

She had been through the fear and panic before, when his life hung by a thread or when he lay in a deep coma.

Yet, this time was different.

For reasons she couldn't understand, the calm and rationality she once had had vanished.

She gripped his hand tightly, her fingers woven with his.

Fear surged through her like an avalanche, threatening to drown her from the inside.

This was a fear that she had never felt.

That intense helplessness tormented her mentally every second of the day.

In just one week, Alyssa, once proud and radiant, had withered like a pale white rose.

She was gaunt, fragile, and exhausted.

so big on her emaciated frame that it

day, from morning until night, she

18, of their

heart-stopping moment

times, sad times, tears of

all those memories, once too painful to revisit, seemed insignificant

long as she remembered him,

right to

"Jasper...

that there is some issue with

I'm really scared.

up." Alyssa picked up Jasper's calloused hand and

kisses all over his fingertips, the back

was like a tender piece of meat, tempting

would shower her skin with kisses, leaving her trembling in ecstasy before bringing her

affection was

kiss her fingers, her

her too

were simply his way of showing his love, of not knowing how to express

what to do with himself physically and

be vulnerable, her turn to taste

Indeed, God was just.