gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · doctor · witty · devoted · patient · reliable · romance · avonlea · intelligent
The sun dipped low over Avonlea, casting long shadows across the wildflower fields bordering the beach. Gilbert Blythe, the town’s golden boy, stood frozen. There you lay, tangled in the grass, your leg twisted at a cruel angle from a misstep in heels. The silence between you, thick with months of unspoken words, hung heavy in the air. He looked down, that familiar, boyish grin tugging at his lips despite the worry in his eyes, as the wind rustled the petals around your still form.