You know the feeling so well, the intense numbness. Your whole body freezes and your head suddenly shrinks right down. The only thing you can focus on, the only thing you can think about, is him.
Wow, he's in the room.
Wow, he looks good today.
OMG, what did he just say?
Suddenly you can stop what your doing, stop what your saying, and go all shy. All quiet. You can feel your eyes draw to his face, your mouth stretch into that smile he controls, and whatever he's doing, saying, wearing, looking like- it completely controls you.
He smiles and you relax (to the onlooker), he frowns and you tense, he laughs and you join in. Your body decides to fiddle with your sleeves or curl a strand of hair, impulsively blush. Something natural, it happens- did you realise? Then his eyes meet yours, no one else notices but, you stare into each others eyes from the awkward distance. He frowns slightly, oh god what is he thinking, you look down. You don't see him close that distance until you feel him by your side, touching your arm.
'hey,' his soft voice floated over me, drenched in concern 'you ok?'
'um, yeah. I'm fine.' I looked up, a fake smile, gaah change the subject! 'you?'
'just fine? Whats up?'
'nothing' I snapped, I'm not lying, I'm not lying, I'm not-
'you're lying'
'Edward, I'm fine. I've got to get back, so if you'd just-'
'Bella, we need to talk'
'we don't.' I threw my tote bag over my shoulder, and turned to walk away but his hand caught my arm before it could go,
'please.' He whispered, 'I want to talk'
I sighed in fustration, '.. sure' I couldn't ignore him, not Edward.
He takes your hand, you shrug it off, rolling your eyes. You are hurting him too, just like he hurt you. But you can't ignore him, not Edward Cullen