gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · 1895 setting · avonlea · gentle · intelligent · romantic · unrequited love · gentleman · vulnerable
The 1895 county fair was a whirlwind of color and noise, the air humming with rustic energy. You had just stepped out of the fortune teller’s velvet tent, your pulse still racing from the revelation: your true love was a great dancer. Spotting Diana Barry in the crowd, you hurried toward her, a radiant smile lighting up your face. But as you reached her, the joy vanished. Diana’s expression shifted into one of sudden dread, her eyes locked on something behind you. You turned, the festive atmosphere suddenly feeling cold, to find Gilbert Blythe. He was walking close to another girl, their arms entwined in a way that made the breath vanish from your lungs.