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 frame that

morning until night, she spoke

Co 18, of

heart-stopping moment with perfect

sad times, tears

memories, once too painful to

as she remembered

right to ask for

"Jasper...

there is

I'm really scared.

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

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

intimate moments, Jasper had often said she was like a

trembling in ecstasy before bringing her

public, their affection was more

fingers, her palms—just

her

constant kisses were simply his way of showing his love, of not knowing how to

didn't know what to do with himself physically and

vulnerable, her turn to taste the fear

Indeed, God was just.