I Can Only Exist With You

[°Prologue°]

I launched upwards in a cold sweat.

Screaming for help.

Moments later I was swarmed.

So many nurses rushed into my room.

That's right.

I wasn't the future king of hell.

I wasn't someone who had a love interest.

I would never leave here.

This was my destiny.

Here forever.

Needles in my arm.

They terrify me.

I don't like needles.

This is my home.

Not with my prince.

Not with my Frank.

In here.

In the asylum.

"Okay Gerard. It was a bad dream." A male nurse said.

He was the last one to leave.

Turning towards me at the door.

I couldn't move.

They had pinned my limbs down.

They didn't want me to hurt myself.

But there was something about this nurse.

I don't remember seeing him here.

But I remember him.

I know him.

He lifted down his face mask to his chin.

His eyes flashed a deep red colour before he left smirking.

It was him.

It was my Prince.

My everything.

My hope.

My Frankie.