Rodrigo Pov
Staying home wasn't helping. Everything made me think about Hillary. The garden, the kitchen, and her books, it was starting to frustrate me. I wanted to get away for a while, so I decided to fly to Paris.
“Rodrigo.” I turned my head to Fabio, I didn't notice when he entered the room.
“What's up, man?” I asked him.
“Are you okay?” “What do you mean?” I asked with an arched brow.
“You know what I mean, are you okay?”
“Yes, yes I am. Why do you ask?”
“Because you are not okay. I know you too well. You're someone who's used to bottling up his feelings and struggling alone. You smile even when you're deeply hurt and you don't like sharing.
Talk to me, is it because you lost your title or because of Hillary?” He sat beside me on the bed.
I took in a deep breath and exh
