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.

emaciated frame that it looked

day, from morning until night, she spoke

11 Co 18, of their marriage, their divorce, and their

remembered every heart-stopping moment with

were happy times, sad times, tears of

those memories, once too painful

as she remembered him, everything was

right

"Jasper...

there is some

I'm really scared.

when you wake up." Alyssa picked

down her face, she planted kisses all over his fingertips, the back of his hand,

said she was like a

trembling in ecstasy before bringing

affection was more

her fingers, her palms—just like

loved her too

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

what to do with

her turn to taste the

Indeed, God was just.