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

from morning until night, she spoke to

she was 11 Co 18,

every heart-stopping moment with

sad times, tears of

too painful

as she remembered him,

right

"Jasper...

that there is some issue

I'm really scared.

Alyssa picked up

she planted kisses all over his fingertips,

intimate moments, Jasper had often said she was like a tender

skin with kisses, leaving her trembling in ecstasy before bringing her to an

public, their affection was more

fingers, her

her

showing his love, of not knowing how to express it any other

know what to do with himself physically and

was her turn to be vulnerable, her turn to taste the fear of losing

Indeed, God was just.