Another short one-shot. Next one will definitely be longer.

Thanks to Kiriny13 for helping with this one!

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Stagnant

Pen name: Cass189
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: K+

Stagnant

I looked up at Edward sitting next to me in the damn biology classroom and sighed, closing my eyes for a second to stop the tears from falling down.

He wouldn't look at me. He wouldn't even move. He kept his hands opened on the tabletop and his eyes fixed on the blackboard.

I would be fascinated by his ability to remain so still if I didn't know that I was the reason for his static state. As far as I'd know, he probably wished he could be somewhere else…

I wondered once more how our relationship had gotten to this. In the beginning, we hated each other, then we fell in love and everything changed.

During the months we spent together, he was always able to make me laugh even when I was sad. He made me feel loved and worthy. I was happier than I had ever been. We couldn't take our hands off of each other, we were always together, always eager to love each other, but now…

Now our relationship was simply stagnant.

We had made the transition from hot to cold and there was nothing I could do to change it.

We didn't talk, we didn't candidly look at each other and we didn't even openly acknowledge each other's presence. It was as if we didn't know the other one existed.

Except that I did know Edward existed and that he was standing just at arms' reach from me.

It was my fault our relationship had come to this.

Edward didn't hate nor love me anymore. I was simply indifferent to him.

Six months had passed since our last kiss, since he last told me he loved me, since he last held me in his arms and everything remained the same...

It was almost as if time stood still for me since that horrible afternoon when I blew everything up. It was almost as if I was sitting still watching my life unfold in front of me.

I had made such a huge, stupid and childish mistake… And due to that mistake, Edward and I were bound to remain stagnant until he was able to forgive me or realized he could never do it…

I silently prayed he would one day find in him the necessary strength, the ability, to forgive me. I knew we would never be together after what I did to him, but I couldn't handle this standstill we were living in for much longer.

I needed him to either lash out at me and tell me I was the worst person in the world for hurting him or tell me it didn't matter, that in a way everything would be okay.

I could handle anything he had to tell me, even if they were hateful words. I just couldn't deal with the indifference.

I needed him to at least look at me once again…