Loving Blair

To whoever may one day discover these pages...

When I first enrolled at the university, my concerns were of the most ordinary nature: assignments, friendships, the quiet routines of youth. Never could I have foreseen that my path would cross with a man whose very existence defied the natural order, a scholar of great intellect, marked by peculiar solitude, and burdened by a secret at once dreadful and, in its origin, almost absurd.

For his life is bound to an ancient contract, spoken not in solemnity but in careless longing, granted by a witch long swallowed by time.

You must believe me when I confess that I never intended to be drawn into his suffering. Yet the more I uncovered, the more I sensed the quiet torment beneath his composed exterior. Curiosity became concern; concern, attachment; and soon a bond formed between us, one neither of us anticipated, yet one that now threatens to consume us both.

These pages stand as testimony to a love that dared to bloom in the shadow of the unnatural, here in our modern world.

I ask for your prayers, dear reader, for if the enchantment sustaining him should fail, I fear that no part of him, nor of myself, will remain...