He might still be there, but she refused to look back.
She opened her eyes, but refused to look at either man.
And most important, every one of you who refuses to look the other way.
When our eyes met he held on, refusing to look away.
She kept her face forward, refusing to look at him.
He turned his head and refused to even look at her now.
It was as if he refused to look her in the eyes.
His eyes were on her face, but she refused to look at him.
Just for a moment, however, he refused to look at them.
She refused to look at him or the hand he held out to her.