That look was enough for her to understand. No, matter what this person does. He won't be able to understand her; he isn't the one she is looking for. The one hand that will hold onto hers no matter what. It isn't Chauncey Long's. She thought his feelings were sincere; to a certain degree, she acknowledged it. But, it seems like he couldn't even notice this one thing about her. How disappointing, then again, did she actually expect anything from this person?
It surprised her.
One second he is all meek and glum. But, in the next second, he grabbed hold of her wrist again.
A sad look flashed through his eyes as he tightened his hold on her wrist, "I resulted from my father raping my mother. My mother was very unstable, and she'd freak out sometimes and yell and scream at me, calling me filthy and unwanted. I guess…I just can't see myself as anymore."
