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.

her emaciated frame that it looked like it was swallowing

from morning until night, she spoke to Jasper

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

remembered every heart-stopping

were happy times, sad times,

too painful to

long as she remembered

right to

"Jasper...

that there is some issue

I'm really scared.

up." Alyssa picked up Jasper's calloused

planted kisses all over his fingertips, the

moments, Jasper had often said she was like a tender piece of meat, tempting him with

leaving her trembling in ecstasy before bringing her to an

their affection was

her fingers, her palms—just

loved her

his love,

do

her

Indeed, God was just.