Roxanne could not stand looking into his face any longer. His green eyes showed just how vulnerable he really was, and the look he was giving her was one of utter defeat. He had been defeated many times before, but she knew that this one hurt him a lot more than the others. But it was his fault, she kept assuring herself. Not mine.
She passed him and walked away, trying not to look back. Because looking back meant that she still felt something for him. So when she did, she realized that she still wanted him to be hers.