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 looked like it

she spoke to

18, of their marriage,

remembered every heart-stopping moment with

sad

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

as she remembered him, everything was

had no right to ask for

"Jasper...

that there is

I'm really scared.

me when you wake up." Alyssa picked up Jasper's calloused hand and

streaming down her face, she planted kisses all over his

often 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 more

her fingers, her

loved her too

showing his love, of not knowing how to express it

know what to do

turn to be vulnerable, her

Indeed, God was just.