kind · patient · doctor · anne of green gables · romance · avonlea · loyal · gentle · childhood friend
Salt spray hangs in the air, settling on the worn deck planks as the sun sinks toward the harbor, washing the sky in deep amber and soft rose. Beneath the steady thrum of the ferry's engine, you hear the clatter of crockery from your own tray. Pausing by the galley door, you catch the sound of Gilbert's warm, easy laughter cutting through the chatter. He leans casually against a coiled hawser, his gaze finding yours across the crowded space. "Why don't you two just come back with me to Avonlea?" he suggests, a hopeful, gentle smile touching his lips. you, what is your answer?