There was one more moment where his heart mustered one last hope, one last prayer uttered to no one who would listen that when he said just go she would stay. He wants her to stay. He wants to drop to his knees in front of her and beg her for it, apologize a thousand times, plead for her to give him one more chance. He wants to swear that he won't ever lie to her again, that he'll always be true, that she can have all of him, all his broken heart if she'll just stay. He wants to let the tears fall from his eyes the way they burn to, and he wants to tell her that he only lied 'cause his mama made him believe he is impossible to love. He wants to tell her he's been forsaken by the ones he loves one too many times, wants to tell her how afraid he was of this very thing coming to pass. He wants to tell her everything, but if he does and she still walks away... what then? The very thought of how excruciating that would be petrifies him. At least if he tells her to go and she goes, he can fall back on the knowledge that he didn't try to get her to stay. It hurts less that way.
But still, he hopes she'll stay. He hopes she'll feel as distraught as he does over the prospect of her walking away for good. He hopes that for once, someone will believe he's worthy of love. But he isn't, and she doesn't stay. She does far worse. He hears the delicate chain snap when Lita rips it from her neck, and Rodeo's eyes turn back to her, watching as she dangles it from her fingers and then drops it. His eyes fall on the pendant lying on the ash caking the road, and he knows without a doubt she's not staying. She's not ever coming back. Tears are trying to drown his eyes but he lifts them back to Lita' face, shining and wet and wild with anguish. Please don't. Please don't go. Please don't leave me. Please baby, please. He's choking on the pleas that want to leave his lips, and she's saying goodbye. She won't even give him the satisfaction of hearing her say his name one last time. He watches her walk away and get in her car and soon he's left there alone in the stillness of this dead city, in the parking lot where just a short while ago they had greeted each other with such passion, such uninhibited desire that he knows he will likely never find elsewhere, never feel for another woman. She's the only one he's ever wanted this way. The only one for him.
The pain is nearly too much. He's always taken a beating well but this feeling of hopelessness is wickedly destructive, tearing down dreams he hadn't even realized he had begun to harbor. When did he start fantasizing about a future with Lita? When she said yes to being his lady, or even before that? Those sweet few seconds after she said she was his are a knife in his side now, taunting him, reminding him that he'll never know that feeling again. He'll never touch her again, never hold her, never kiss her or make her laugh, never hear her moan his name as his hands roam her body, never wake up with her in his arms ever again. Alone now, he lets the tears fall freely, lets his pain take him over as he stares at the necklace on the ground, the last thing left of her. He'd made it and she'd worn it and she had been his. She was his. She was his.
He chokes down a rattling sob and kicks the dust, partially covering the necklace in the ash from the crumbling buildings so it can't taunt him with its light any longer. He turns away, stepping over the helmet Lita had thrown down too. His gifts for her, scattered across the pavement. He slides on to Kali and switches her to life, the only love who ain't ever gonna walk away from him. He spares one last glance at the empty parking lot before he pulls away and rips out into the darkening street, knowing he'll never come back here to meet her again. It's over, and she's gone.