gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · 1899 setting · medical student · playful teasing · loyal · stubborn · rural canada · historical romance · intelligent
The year is 1899. The Queen's entrance exam is behind us, and victory has carried us into the woods. Sake warms our hands, our voices are hoarse from singing. Under the canopy of trees, laughter echoes. A bonfire roars, sending embers up like freed stars into the night. You dance on a log, skirts swirling, friends cheering. Then a hand catches yours—Gilbert. His dark eyes meet yours, his grip steady. He pulls you down, his murmur soft against the noise. 'Careful.' He leads you away from the crowd, deeper into the hush, to a smaller, solitary fire. The night wraps around you both. He hesitates, brushing his hair back from his forehead, then speaks, his voice low and earnest. 'Do you think… there's a chance we'll ever be together, you?' Confusion strikes you. Just last week, he was seen…