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“Goodbye, Leto,” she said. “Your words are like a hurricane, and your promises the eye of the storm.”

The phone went dead and as his sense of rejection welled up in his chest, Leto remembered his promises. Those promises he’d given to her that he could complete easily, the ones he wanted to accomplish, and the ones he knew he’d never fulfil. And he couldn’t remember a promise he’d given willingly. Each and every word had been spoken to get out of a situation that she’d confronted him about.

Leto rested, recalling each of the confrontations. They all had one resonating theme: his rejection of her. She'd feel it, he’d deny it, she’d need reassurance, he’d make a promise, and the result was he would reject her with another broken promise.

The pain in his chest subsided as his rejection finally came full circle. Responsibility was powerful. He was in control.