Can’t Win Me Back

The snow was falling heavily, and the chilling winds howled through the night.

Remy had no car, so he trudged through the snow alone, each step more exhausting than the last.

His thoughts were consumed with Alyssa—was she still alive? In danger? And Jasper's unrelenting resolve to reach her, even after being shot and drenched in blood.

Remy pressed his calloused, trembling hand to his chest.

His heart hammered in his ribcage erratically.

A sharp, searing pain shot through his temples, blurring his vision.

He collapsed to his knees in the snow, his body racked with agony.

The pain surged deep within him, and his eyes felt like they were going to burst from their sockets.

It was unbearable.

His breath came in ragged gasps.

His hands scrambled for the necklace hanging from his neck—inside it was a hidden medicine box.

Justin had told him that the medication in there could calm him down and relieve him of any pain.

It would be able to save his life.

But in his desperate haste, the pill slipped from his fingers and fell into the snow.

Remy's head buzzed.

Trembling, he searched frantically in the snow for it.

He had never felt such panic.

His headache was intensifying.

In order to relieve the agonizing pain, he removed his shirt and buried his scarred body in the snow, allowing the bone- piercing iciness to relieve him of his pain.

To his surprise, this method he tried randomly was effective! Slowly, he opened his bloodshot eyes.

tight and his

was as white as

shirt back on

that Sheryl was his caller, a look of annoyance came

He hesitated for amoment.

to ring for a while

placed his phone by his

that you called

to you?" Sheryl's voice was emotionless as if she was just checking with

flashed across Remy's

steady voice, he answered,

car? What happened to it?" "Jasper stole it from me." Sheryl exclaimed

reason, he uttered a lie, which was

did not ask me to take

car to ruins and fought

gun from me and shot me." Sheryl fell silent for a

seemed to

was once the best

was outstanding at

only reasonable that Remy wasn't a match for

to go pick you

consequences of your failure this

your way back, think about how you'll explain yourself to Mr.

gazed into the night, his breath misting in the cold

his hand slowly

white snow was stained with drops

a result of the pain, Remy's forehead became covered

so, none of the agony showed

the contrary, he curled his lips upward into a

is my account to Mr. Justin." Dragging his badly wounded body, Jasper tagged along with Elias and the rescue team as they

really

you sure you're alright?" Noticing Jasper's face covered in sweat as if he

it to

Alyssa.

Lynch has