The Crown Prince's Love

~ Randy~

I rushed into the hospital as if my life depended on it, heading towards the room where Desmond had been admitted. Upon reaching the door, I paused, took a deep breath, and entered the room. "Desmond," I called out, scanning the room anxiously. Initially, I couldn't spot him as my eyes darted around, but when I turned toward the window, he was seated in a wheelchair, gazing outside.noveldrama

Shock gripped me as I observed him; his back was turned, yet a palpable sadness emanated. Guilt flooded over me, it was my fault. If I hadn't caused it, he wouldn't be in this position now.

"Desmond," I called his name, expecting him to turn around, smile, and acknowledge

me.

Instead, he remained seated, unmoving.

With measured steps, I approached him, each one laden with the weight of regret. "Desmond," I repeated until I stood in front of him.

His eyes were wide open, fixed on the hospital courtyard below. "Desmond," I embraced him tightly, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry," I whispered, holding him as if afraid he'd slip away. The realization hit me, this tragic outcome resulted from my actions. And now he uses a wheelchair.

"Desmond," I called again, hoping for a response. He continued staring blankly, unresponsive. "Desmond," I called again, releasing him to meet his gaze. His emotionless eyes looked through me, and he turned away, disinterested.

"Desmond," I cried, reaching to touch his face.

"I'm sorry for what I did. I know I caused this, but i'll make it right and get back at Hecate." I choked on my words as I apologized, regret and sorrow overwhelming me. If I had stayed home that day, nothing would have happened.

"Desmond," I playfully pinched his cheeks, desperate for a sign of recognition. "Don't you remember me? I'm your boyfriend, and we exchanged love under the moon with this." I revealed the necklace, hoping for a reaction. His eyes finally locked with mine. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice deeper than expected. "What do you want from me?" he shouted, pushing me away. I fell to the ground, bewildered by his sudden aggression. Nobody had mentioned memory loss, and now he acted as if he didn't know me.

"You don't remember me, Desmond?" I asked, pointing to myself. "I am your boyfriend, and..."

"Shut up!" he shouted at me. "You're starting to get on my nerves. Please leave; dont want anyone here, and I don't know who you are."

"It's Randy!" I shouted back, kneeling in front of him. As I reached out to touch the necklace around his neck, he slapped my hands away.

"I don't care who the hell you are. I don't know any Randy, so please get out of this room!" he yelled.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt like he was punishing me for something I had done wrong, and now he was trying to get back at me for everything I had done to him. I couldn't figure out why he had suddenly forgotten about me, and the only reason I could come up with was that he was deliberately avoiding me to avoid speaking to me.

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"Desmond, this can't be true. You can't act as if you don't know me. I am your destined boyfriend, I love you more than life itself. I can't do without you. So, if you're punishing me, please don't do it this way. Desmond, I..."

"Leave," he ordered, pointing towards the door. "I don't know you, and I don't want you around me because you reek of bad aura. Get out of my room, or I'm going to scream right now," he threatened.

I heaved a deep sigh, forcing a smile before standing up. "I know you're doing this because of something, Desmond, but I won't allow you to do this to me. I..." I beat my chest. "I'm going to make this right and make you accept me because I am your man, and I know that," I bit my lower lip as I grabbed his hand, rubbing it gently.

"When you're ready to return to me, I'll be here waiting for you."

"Then you'll have to wait a long time," he chuckled. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he asked.

I frowned at how he spoke to me, unable to comprehend his actions and why he would react that way. "Desmond, I..."

"Don't you dare call my name!" he yelled. "I don't want you calling my name because I don't want to hear anything from you. Your voice is infuriating, and I hate that you're close to me."

"Desmond.."

"Leave!" he yelled.

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"You don't..." I paused, taking a deep breath. "You don't want me, or are you just faking that you don't remember me?" I asked, but he didn't respond. Instead, he looked away from me and faced the window. "Desmond."

"Leave!" he yelled angrily, turning around to face me. "I don't know who you are, so leave!"

My eyes widened in shock as I looked taken aback, not expecting that he would react that way. "..." I paused and lowered my head. "I am sorry because this is my fault. I should.."

The door burst open, and I turned to see that Desmond's parents had entered the

room.

"What the hell are you doing?" the mother yelled at me. "Haven't you done enough, Your Highness?"

*.." My voice started to shake as I struggled to speak to her about what had happened. "I just..." Yet again, I couldn't say anything.

"You are the reason why my son is that way," his mother accused me. "Why have you come here again? Did you come here to torment us and show your power as the crown prince?" she yelled again. "You are not supposed to be here!"

"I..."

"Your Highness," his father gently called my name. "I don't think you need to be here. Desmond doesn't remember you; he needs time to heal because he wouldn't be walking again."

"And whose fault is that?" his mother attacked me. "This is all his fault. Our son wouldn't be that way if only he had stayed away from someone like the crown prince. He is the cause of everything."