Love Letter From The Future

Among the people around me, Leto was the one who understood women best. He boasted a handsome appearance and dazzling eloquence—ideal qualities for flirting with all sorts of women.

Consequently, his exploits were always followed by rumours and controversies.

For example, there was talk that he had an affair with his lover’s younger sister.

Or that he spent a night with a professor considered as unattainable as a flower on a cliff.

There were even stories about a woman who, unrequitedly in love with Leto, attempted suicide. Most were exaggerated rumours, but a few were the unvarnished truth devoid of a single lie.

For the record, the stories I just mentioned fell into that latter category.

He was my friend, but there was no way to defend Leto when it came to his womanising ways.

Such promiscuous relationships were bound to lead to tragedy.

And my friend was no exception.