Love is intoxicating

Previously

…The Elder sat opposite me, his gaze steady. “Love, my boy, can be a blinding light. It can illuminate the most beautiful aspects of a person, and in doing so, it can obscure the shadows.” “But I thought… I thought it was real,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I thought our fairytale was real.” He stirred his tea, his eyes distant for a moment. “Fairytales are often spun from dreams, Lysander. And dreams, by their very nature, are fragile. They are beautiful illusions, but illusions nonetheless.” “But the way she looked at me,” I pleaded, needing him to understand the depth of my conviction. “The way she held me. It felt… it felt like everything I had ever longed for.” “