The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 46

~Randy~

It felt like a dream, or perhaps it was just my imagination because it couldn't possibly be real.

Desmond and I stood before a crowd, professing our love and exchanging rings.

"I promise to be with you forever," Desmond whispered as he slid the ring onto my middle finger.

"Together forever," I replied, slipping the ring onto his finger.

The crowd cheered with joy, and even my father was applauding as he watched the ceremony. They all eagerly awaited our kiss.

As I leaned in to kiss Desmond, a sudden gust of wind roared, and one by one, everyone at the wedding began to vanish. "Randy," my mother called out.

"Watch out for the wind," my father warned before disappearing right in front of me.

I looked around, and everyone had disappeared, leaving only Desmond and me.

As the wind approached, I grabbed Desmond's hand and pulled him closer, but he, too, disappeared as the wind reached us. "Desmond!" I cried out as I was left alone in a now deserted scene.

"Take me!" I screamed at the wind, raising my hands, but nothing happened. Instead, I found myself in a white room, and Desmond was there, standing before a mirror in a black tuxedo, just as he had been when the wind had appeared. He smiled as I approached him. But just as I reached him, a sword appeared in my hand, and an invisible force pulled me toward him until the sword pierced his stomach. "Randy, how do I look..." Desmond gasped, blood staining his clothes. "Randy," he placed his hand on the sword and looked at me.

"What have I done?" My hands trembled as I quickly removed the sword from his stomach. "Desmond," I shouted his name. "No, no!" I screamed. "This is not what I intended to do!" I shouted. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you." I placed my hand on his stomach as blood flowed like a river. "Desmond!" I yelled as he fell into my arms.

"What did I do to you, Randy?" he asked.

"No," I cried out, placing my hand on the left side of his face. "I didn't do this. I could never do this to you," I screamed. Desmond sobbed silently and raised his bloody hands to touch my face. "I... love..." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly vanished into pieces.

I jumped to my feet and began frantically searching for him. "Desmond!" I yelled. "Where are you?" I ran my bloody hands through my hair and fell to my knees when it seemed like he wouldn't reappear.

"What have I done?" I screamed and pounded the ground repeatedly. "Desmond... I'm sorry. I didn't understand how the sword appeared in my hands." I apologize deeply.

"Apologizing for your fate?" A voice spoke in front of me, a soft, comforting voice, much like my mother's. I raised my head to see a woman in a white dress with long, dark hair.

"What is happening?" I wiped away my tears and met the woman's hazel eyes. "Who are you, and where am I?"

"You should have figured it out by now, Randy. This is a vision of what will happen to Desmond."

I frowned. "Are you saying Desmond is truly going to die, and there's no way to save him?" I demanded, and when she didn't respond, I let out a horrifying yell. "I can't bear to know that he's going to die!"

The woman said nothing, sighing and walking around the room. "Believe me, child, when I say you can't escape your fate with Desmond."

I rubbed my face and sighed deeply. "I'm trying to understand what you mean by my fate. What does it mean? Why does Desmond have to die? Why can't it be me?"

Because it was Desmond who saved your life in the dark hole," the woman replied.

"My life?" I asked, not understanding her.

"Some things are left unsaid. If you seek the truth, you will replace it in time. If you want to save your little boyfriend, you will have to pay the price."

I stood up. "I can save Desmond?" I asked, and she nodded. "But how?"

The woman turned to face me, grabbed my hand, and suddenly, we disappeared, appearing inside a classroom where Desmond was, but he was not alone. Ana sat beside him, and they were both laughing, staring into each other's eyes, and leaning in as if about to kiss. Then, they both disappeared.

"What the hell is that?" I demanded, angry about the vision of Desmond and Ana being together.

"That is the future, Randy."

"The future?"

"Yes. If you choose to save your boyfriend, that's what will happen to him. He will stay alive but without you."

"No," I shouted. There was no way I could be without Desmond.

We had promised to be together forever, and now, he was going to disappear from my life. I couldn't allow that.

"I can't do without him. He's my life."

"Then," the woman laughed. "watch him die tragically. Will you let your man die, or will you look at him from afar?" she asked and sighed. "What do I know," she chuckled. "If you truly love him, you'll do anything to save him, but it's your choice. No one will force you to do anything against your will," she clicked her tongue.

I sighed and looked around, but the woman had disappeared. "Hello," I called out but received no response. "Where are you?" I looked around and saw a light in the distance. I headed toward it, and just as I was about to reach it, a hand grabbed me, and I gasped back into reality.

"Thank goodness," my mother's voice sounded beside me, and I blinked my eyes open to the bright light above me. I looked to my left and noticed my father was there too.

"Mum," I muttered, and then, I looked at my father.

"What on earth were you dreaming about?" My father asked, his anger evident. "If Desmond hadn't come to get us, who knows what might have happened? Do you realize the dangers of such dreams?"

"Newman, please, be patient with him. He just woke up," My mother pleaded.

I groaned and scanned my surroundings, searching for someone specific.

My eyes landed on the door, but he was nowhere in sight. "Desmond," I called out. "Where is he?" I jerked up from the bed. "Desmond!" I shouted again. "Where is Desmond?"

My father rubbed his forehead and rose from the bed. "Who would have thought that history would repeat itself?" He directed the question at my mother, who only sighed without saying anything. "Mum, where is Desmond?" I asked.

Just as she was about to reply, the door swung open, and Desmond entered.

I leaped off the bed and rushed toward him, wrapping him in a tight hug. "I... I'm sorry for hurting you."

Desmond attempted to speak but then stopped and hugged me back. "It's okay."

I nodded in response, and when we separated from the hug, I lifted his shirt.

"Is your stomach hurting?"

Desmond stared at me with confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Of course, I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me," he reassured me.

I hugged him again and cried. "Please don't leave me. Please..." I begged.

"I won't," he replied.

My father groaned and then exited the room, muttering, "Love is crazy."