Rodrigo's POV
I could not bring myself to look at her, not after I heard a little of the news that she had for me. She was leaving me. Was she not? It was fine. I did not need her anyway. I never really did.
Why did I feel this empty feeling at the bottom of my stomach? I just knew that she would not be coming back if she left me if I let her go.
I was aware of the way I treated her. It was not the best of ways, of course. She would hate me because of that, even if not much, at least a little.
I kept on looking down when she spoke to me, telling me of her intention. There was no need for her to know how I felt, to know that I felt conflicted about the entire situation. It would suffice if she thought that I did not care about it.
However, when she left me eventually, I could feel a se
