If she hadn't remembered it wrong, the last time she saw that expression on John Fame's face was when she spent the night out with Walter Smith and didn't go home.
Just as Lissy Lock was thinking this, she suddenly heard a muffled noise next to her ear.
John Fame punched the wall, his chest heaving violently. His eyes were downcast, and she couldn't see the emotions in them.
Perhaps it was an all-consuming anger, or perhaps it's helplessness of regret.
"Lissy Lock," he suddenly spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion, surprisingly level-headed, "Before I came to see you, I was fully prepared. I knew, more likely than not, that you would not forgive me. But after I've done so much, said so much, and still can't change your mind and decision, I feel powerless."
This deep feeling of powerlessness was overwhelming him.
It's not good. In fact, it's terrible.
