There was a time before the horrible incident of June 3rd that I believed I would look upon that spring semester at Miskatonic University with pride, but now even though I still hold many fond memories of our time together, I wish I had never met poor Witney. Experiencing such trauma as I have has opened my eyes to the true nature of our relationship. He was a beautiful man, elegant in dress, articulate, and possessing of a sharp, overpowering mind rivaled only by his lack of any real sense of purpose. It was his intellect that aroused my interest in him and, sadly, his lack of drive that stoked his infatuation with me. I make no excuses for my behavior save that as a young woman, the first ever at Miskatonic University, I felt great pressure to prove myself worthy of such an esteemed institution. My passion to succeed was my greatest driving force. It was also my hubris, and poor blindly devoted Witney followed my every whim, using his stunning mind to help create that which would eventually destroy him.