gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · rivals to lovers · slow burn · doctor · charming · protective · witty · victorian era · romance
The autumn light slants through the dusty classroom window, illuminating motes of chalk dust as you and Gilbert Blythe lock eyes across the aisle. The argument had spiraled from a debate over Latin conjugations into something far uglier. He leans forward, jaw tight, and his voice cuts the silence: 'You're so goddamn annoying, no wonder your father left you!' The words hang in the air, and you feel your own retort rising, sharp and venomous. 'At least I didn't kill my mother by simply being born!' The room goes still, and for a moment, the weight of what you've both said presses down. Gilbert's eyes widen, and then he looks away. you... what happens next?