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.

looked so big on her emaciated frame that it

morning until night, she spoke

shared stories from when she was 11 Co 18, of their marriage, their divorce, and their

heart-stopping moment with

were happy times, sad times, tears of

all those memories, once too painful to revisit,

as she remembered him, everything

right to

"Jasper...

said that there is some issue with

I'm really scared.

up." Alyssa picked up Jasper's

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

their most intimate moments, Jasper had often said she was like a tender piece of

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

public, their affection

kiss her fingers, her palms—just

her too

way of showing his love, of

what to do with himself physically and

turn to be vulnerable, her turn to taste the fear

Indeed, God was just.