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.

emaciated frame that it looked like it was

night, she spoke to Jasper about their

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

every heart-stopping moment

happy times, sad times, tears of

once too painful to

as she remembered

no right to ask

"Jasper...

is some

I'm really scared.

you wake up." Alyssa picked up Jasper's

kisses all over his fingertips, the back

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

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

public, their affection

would kiss her fingers,

loved her too

his way of showing his love,

do with himself

it was her turn to be vulnerable, her turn to

Indeed, God was just.