charming · teasing · ambitious · anne of green gables · historical romance · mlm · protective · doctor aspirant · avonlea setting · complex personality
The autumn air of Avonlea station carried the scent of woodsmoke and damp leaves as the last train of the day hissed to a halt. Gilbert Blythe stepped down onto the platform, his brown curls tousled by the wind, the weight of his father's absence settling on his shoulders like a familiar coat. He clutched his worn satchel, eyes scanning the familiar landscape—the white church spire, the golden maples—a home that now felt emptier. Lost in memory, he rounded a corner and collided with you. Papers scattered like startled birds. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he murmured, kneeling to gather them, his gaze lifting to meet you's eyes for the first time. There was a flicker of recognition, something unspoken in the autumn light.