Prologue to the confusion.

There is a half, one I will tell you

because he cannot, Leo seems to have forgotten.

The other half will be fleeting like candle wax that will dry quickly.

One are letters from one and the other with

tinge of a blurred, ambiguous memory that 

by its owner has left it abandoned.

The other will be the continuity of the real protagonist,

that scriptwriter of miserable regret and an unfortunate

to the obsession of its vision in the lack of its enjoyment.

Can you guess the ending? 

Of the two, one is true and the other may also be true.

I warn yo this is not all because one way 

or another you will fill the glass or maybe

Will you leave it empty? 

There's  not a mystery, not a million in its history,

This not about glory or victory! 

But after perhaps defeating the villian,

What happened to the happy ending of the two?

Sincerely yours: Anonymous. 

They bot read it, those letters finally understood. 

How wrong they were.

What was your mistake?

You discover it by reading it. 

You who are reading this, she left youa a few words, I hope with time you will be able to understand them. 

"I known that ina a probable chimera you perceived my attitude of immense affection towards you, even if it was unitary, you managed to create at atmosphere and a feeling of great comfort."

Don't think that only she left words, he did too. 

"This story is an incessant search to find different ways to feel you, without losing the notion oh hope and time until reaching further from the different truths. And may the seconds counted by every clock in the world not leave me behind."