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.

big on her emaciated frame

night, she spoke

from when she was 11 Co 18, of their marriage, their

heart-stopping moment

happy times, sad

now, all those memories, once too painful to

remembered him,

right to ask

"Jasper...

there is some issue with your

I'm really scared.

you will forget me when you wake up." Alyssa picked up Jasper's calloused hand and interlaced her

streaming down her face, she planted kisses all over his

said she was like a tender piece of meat, tempting him

her skin with kisses, leaving her trembling in ecstasy before

public, their affection was

her fingers, her palms—just

her

showing his love, of not knowing how

know what to do

turn to be vulnerable, her turn

Indeed, God was just.