Time seemed to stand still, for the next couple of weeks. Yes, I said "couple of weeks." Edward avoided any contact with me. He didn't answer my calls or messages. He avoided eye contact. In science class, he moved his seat to the back to Jennifer's delight. It hurt so bad.
His behavior made me wonder if he really ever loved me at all. How could someone who pledged his love was so deep, act like this? I didn't understand why he was so cruel. There's a saying "neglect and indifference do worse damage than outright dislike," which in the case is true.
Every night, I would go home and cry. Charlie knew something was wrong, I knew he knew something was up between me and Edward. Kindly, Charlie gave me my space cause he knew this was a touchy subject. Those rare, unbearable nights, when I actually managed to get some sleep, I would wake up and feel a breeze through my window. A part of me wished it was him sneaking into my window to watch over me but deep down knowing that he would never be, again.
The alarm went off. Another, dreadful day. I rolled out of bed, changed my pajama pants to jeans, brushed my teeth and grabbed my bag. I didn't care what I looked like, why bother. Didn't eat breakfast because my broken heart made me lose my appetite.
As I started the truck, I got an idea. The idea that I should just walk up to him and tell him/ask him what's going on. This whole time, I can't believe that I didn't think of this. He can't outright ignore me, right?
I reached the parking lot and there was Edward, pulling into his spot. I dashed out the truck and ran to his car. He got out of the car and looked me dead in the face.
"Edward, we need to talk, please" I said, pleading.
"About?" he said, coldly.
"About us….you got my list all wrong" I said.
"I think I understood your list perfectly. And there is no 'us'" he said, starting to walk towards the entrance.
I ran in front of him to stop him in his tracks.
"No, listen to me!" I screamed. A few people stopped and stared. "I love you. I didn't say I didn't want you in my life anymore. All that list said was that I wanted more hobbies."
"Whatever, Isabella" he said.
That hurt. Not only did he show he didn't care, he called me "Isabella." I just stood there, stunned. He continued walking to school, leaving me standing there, looking like a fool. The few people, who stood to watch, started laughing and headed towards the entrance too.