Iñigo stares at Rachel while she is being hysterical right now. Her usual soft gazes are now glaring daggers at him and she is gritting her teeth hard. Her hands are balled into fists and her petite body is trembling in anger. He should be surprised to witness that the woman he dated for years can make such an expression. But he exhausted himself these past few days. He no longer has the energy to be surprised anymore.
"I don't think I can still become a good boyfriend to you if we stay in a relationship, Rachel. I don't think I can still love you just like before."