The Crown Prince's Love

~Desmond's POV~

I held the phone in my hand, clutching it pretty tight. I shouldn't have said that to him and regretted ever speaking to him like that.

If I didn't pretend that I didn't want to talk to him, then he would find out about my plans, and it would lead to a lot of things like him trying to stop me from harming his parents. I didn't want that to happen because I wanted the both of us to find peace.

"Oh, Randy," I muttered under my breath as I placed the phone on the bed beside me, staring at the ceiling and questioning my decision. Did I make the right decision, or was it a selfish one? I knew Randy wouldnt' be happy if anything happened to his parents, but I honestly wished everything would be resolved and I wouldn't have to worry about us anymore.

I picked up the phone again and then scrolled down to his name, pressing the messages he had sent me. I had ignored each message but couldn't stop reading them. They were cute and hard to miss.

Hello Desmond, I missed you.

Please pick up my calls, and let's talk.

I am sorry about what happened at my uncle's.

Desmond, I am hurting. I don't have anyone to talk to now that you have left me.

I was hurt today by your highness. You pretended as if I didn't exist. Why did you do that, Desmond?

I sighed as I dropped the phone again. The messages were too much, and I couldn't go through all of them. I already knew what Randy was trying to tell me.

He missed me so much that he sent many messages. "what am I doing?" I questioned myself as I rubbed my hands together and sighed deeply. "is he in pain? Hurting from everything that I did to him?" I questioned myself and then placed my hand into my pockets, bringing out the necklace he had thrown on the ground on the day we did the interview.

I could feel the intensity of his anger as he dropped the necklace. It was as if he had already given up on us, but when he called again, I wanted to shout his name and tell him that I was sorry for acting that way towards him, but I couldn't.

I suddenly became dumbfounded, and the only thing that could come out of my mouth was. "Please don't call me again, Prince Randy."noveldrama

How could I have said that to him when I knew the kind of person that he was? I missed him and wanted to be in his arms so badly that I kept thinking of him every day. "what do I do now?" I questioned myself and then closed my eyes.

Just then, a knock sounded on my door, and I raised my head to face the door.

"Come in," I muttered under my breath.

My mother entered the room with a smile, and as I turned toward her, I pretended to be happy to ensure she didn't have to worry about me.

"Hey, Mum," I said as she sat beside me on the bed.

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"You should be resting," she muttered, touching my shoulder. "I wanted to make sure that you are alright. How are you doing?" she asked.

I nodded in response without saying anything else. "Will you be able to attend school tomorrow?" she questioned.

School?

It was a new semester, and I would have to see Randy again. Can I face him after everything that I have done to him? After how I had treated him? Will I also be able to cope by pretending that I don't feel anything? Always seeing him, I doubted if I could do that to him, but still, it was the only way I could look at him from afar.

"I am going, Mother," I replied to her.

My mother sighed heavily and grabbed my hand, placing it into hers. "I know that you are thinking about many things, son, but you need to realize that everything happening right now is not your fault. That you will remain in a wheelchair for years doesn't mean that it is the end of the world for you. I believe in you and trust that you will be fine at the end of it all because you, my son," she paused as she pinched my cheeks. "I believe that you will continue to be a good son, and I love you for that," she muttered, and I nodded in response, agreeing to what she had said about me.

"Thank you, mother," I muttered into her embrace.

The new semester soon began, and as my father dropped me off in front of my classroom, I heaved a deep sigh before wheeling myself in. Randy was all I had been thinking about since I got to the school premises.

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Was he going to come to school? Would he be happy to see me again, or would he also show me the same attitude I had toward him? I didn't know how he would react once he saw me, and I couldn't wait for his reaction since he had not seen me in a while.

"Desmond!" someone shouted as I wheeled myself into the classroom. I looked up to see a smiling Ana waving excitedly to me. "hey!" she rushed towards me and engulfed me in a tight hug, catching me unnoticed.

Typical Ana.

"I heard about what happened to you. Are you alright?" she asked.

I nodded without saying a word because I knew the conversation might take forever, and she would continue until she learned more about the incident. "I am so happy to see you here. I saw the uhm...." she paused for a moment, and when she was about to speak, John appeared from nowhere and hugged me too.

"oh goodness, I have missed you, Desmond," he said, crying.

"You have no idea how deeply I missed you, and I want to be with you. I...."

Ana scoffed and pushed him away from me. "stop acting like a complete idiot, John!" she yelled at him, walked behind me, and pushed the wheel forward. "now is not the time to talk about that. We have a class to prepare for," she said, pushing John out of her way as she helped me to the second row. "This should do, or do you need help getting out of the wheelchair?" she asked, but I shook my head in response.

"I am fine" I told her with a smile on my face, and then, I looked around us, searching

for him and hoping that he was amongst the crowd, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, all I saw were the eyes of those who held sympathy for me.