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

until night, she spoke to Jasper about their

from when she was 11 Co 18,

every heart-stopping

were happy times, sad times, tears

too painful to revisit, seemed

she remembered him, everything

had no right to ask

"Jasper...

there is some

I'm really scared.

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

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

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

trembling in ecstasy before bringing her

affection was more

her fingers, her

loved her too

showing his love, of not knowing how to express

know what to do with

her turn to

Indeed, God was just.