The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 67

How did it come to this?

I questioned myself. Why did this happen when he was only trying to save me?

Not like this. I shut my eyes, imploring God, hoping he'd hear my plea one last time to save his life.

"Please leave," insisted one of the doctors, but I stayed rooted to the spot, staring at Randy's still body. "We need to act now, you can't stay!"

Slowly rising from the ground, before I could step away, I screamed his name.

"Come back to me, please! Don't leave me!" I cried out. "Please..."

My voice trailed off as I turned to leave, but a gasp caught my attention. He was gasping back to life.

Spinning around, I saw his eyes flutter open.

"He's waking up!" I exclaimed joyfully, rushing to his side. "Randy," I grasped his hand, "I'm so relieved you're alive," I murmured.

He turned his head towards me, suddenly pushing me away with unexpected force. I was sent flying towards the door, landing on my back with a painful groan. Randy

I gasped, blinking rapidly as the bright light above me flooded my vision. Unfamiliar faces peered back at me, and amidst them emerged a familiar figure, blocking the glare. It was Desmond, grinning broadly. Startled, I momentarily mistook him for someone else, pushing him back as I swiftly sat up in bed.

It wasn't until the door opened, and my parents walked in that I realized I had left Hecate's fantasy world. "I'm so sorry for pushing you," I apologized to Desmond a few minutes after waking up.

He nodded silently, leaning against the opposite wall, his gaze fixed on me.

Uncertain of his thoughts, I refrained from passing judgment, considering my abrupt action. It wasn't entirely my fault, I mistook him for the Desmond in that other world.

"Please excuse us," my father's tone was stern towards Desmond, leaving me curious about what had transpired while I slept.

My father's glare at Desmond caught my attention before Desmond bowed his head and exited the room.

"Why are you so harsh on Desmond, Father?" I questioned.

My father cleared his throat. "He's the reason for your condition. Because of him, you were close to death, and I can't forgive him for that."

I sighed. "It's not because of him."

"Oh, please," my father disagreed. "If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have attempted to reset things and nearly died."

Once more, I attempted to clarify. "I'm telling you, Desmond had nothing to do with this."

"What are you saying?" My mother's curiosity was evident in her question.

"None of what happened is because of him, but rather both of you," I gestured toward them. "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be alive right now. His words reached me, allowing me to leave that fantasy world. It was all thanks to him."

My mother reached for my hand, rubbing it gently. "Son, what you did was wrong," she scolded softly. "How could you have tried to end your life by resetting everything, just to save your boyfriend?"

I frowned, slowly withdrawing my hands from hers. Her surprise was evident, and she exchanged glances with my father, but neither said a word.

"What's bothering you, Randy?" my father inquired. "We're relieved to see you alive, but it seems you're not happy to see us. Can you tell us why?"

"Because you're avoiding what I just said."

"And what is that?"

I shifted on the bed. "You and Mother are the reason I almost ended up in that fantasy world created by Hecate because you messed with the dark hole and locked her up. She wanted her revenge against you two, and so she decided to use Desmond and me."

My mother gasped. "How did that woman even escape from her prison?"

"Now she is back in our lives?"

I looked at both my parents and saw the worried look on their faces. Hecate must have been their worst enemy for them to react in that manner, and because of that, I knew it was just the beginning.

"It was Desmond who made sure that I returned. I... I want to see him and thank him for what he did for me," I said, looking towards the door.

My mother grabbed my hand again. "I am sorry if you think that we treated Desmond somehow, but you have no idea how we felt when we realized that you might never wake up, and now this," she let out a breathy sigh. "Hecate had messed with us now and tried to get us through you, but I am going to make sure that we get her back, and she will regret what she had done."

I nodded in response, my eyes still fixed on the door, curious about when I would see Desmond.

My mother seemed to notice as she smiled at me.

"Now I can see your bond is true, and I know you both truly love each other," she chuckled and stood up from where she was seated, then looked at my father. "I believe we should leave the children to talk." "But we have to resolve this thing about Hecate and also about the audio. We need to..."

"Father," I muttered. "If you are still going to talk about the audio, then I must let you know that I am not going to deny him because I truly love him, and I don't care about what others say about it. I am in love with him, and I will defend him forever."

"Don't you get what is happening?" he yelled. "You almost lost your life because of him, and the audio thing happened because of him. I wish that you could open your eyes wide and see that I have nothing against you both, but this world that we live in is...

"I will revoke my position as the crown prince!" I blurted out before he could finish. I was not ready for any argument, and seeing how I was separated from Desmond for a long time, I was not ready to let him go. No matter what happened, I don't care about revoking my position as the crown prince as long as I could have him by my side."

My mother gasped. "Randy, don't say things like this, and you, Newman," she turned towards my father. "Our son is just waking up from his near death experience, so all you can do is support him instead of saying things like this," she said and grabbed his hand. "I need to say some things to you, hoping that they would change your mind." She pulled him out of the room and shut the door, and through the transparent glass, I watched them arguing, but my vision was blocked when I saw him standing at the entrance.

"Desmond..." I tried to sit up but groaned in pain.

He rushed to my side. "You don't have to move, Randy. Just relax and don't hurt yourself," he pleaded.

I laid back on the bed and smiled at him.

He returned the smile and grabbed my hand, but then he burst into tears and hugged me. "I missed you so much, and I had thought that you might never wake up."

I wrapped my arms around him. "I missed you too. If only you had an idea of how I missed you."