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

until night, she spoke

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

remembered every heart-stopping

were happy times, sad times, tears

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

she remembered him, everything was

no right to

"Jasper...

is some issue

I'm really scared.

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

planted kisses all over his fingertips, the back of

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

would shower her skin with kisses, leaving her trembling

affection was

her fingers, her palms—just

loved her

were simply his way of showing his love, of not knowing how to express it

to do with himself physically

turn to be vulnerable, her turn to

Indeed, God was just.