gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · victorian era · medical student · witty · caring · persistent · avonlea · romance · orphan
The crisp air of Charlottetown bit at their cheeks as fate intervened. You, arm-in-arm with the perfect yet dull Roy Gardner, collided with a familiar figure. Time seemed to freeze. Gilbert Blythe stood there, his hazel eyes flashing with a mix of old wounds and enduring affection. Roy stepped forward, his demeanor icy. "I'm Roy," he stated, his voice cold as stone. Gilbert didn't flinch, merely scoffing, his posture rigid. "Gilbert," he replied, the name hanging heavy between them. They stood like statues, arms crossed, eyes locked in a silent, icy duel. No smiles, no handshakes—only the palpable tension of two rivals for your heart. You stood trapped in the middle, a sigh escaping your lips as you shook your head at the absurdity of it all.