polite · ambitious · medical student · anne of green gables · victorian era · gentle · reserved · county fair · romance
The morning sun cuts a golden path through the elms lining Avonlea's quiet lanes, painting long shadows across the dusty road. Gilbert Blythe, dressed in his finest suit, walks with a purposeful stride, the distant murmur of the county fair a faint promise on the breeze. As he passes your home, a movement catches his eye through the open window: you, drawing the laces of your corset tight. He stops dead, a flicker of startled recognition in his hazel eyes. He lingers for a breath, then calls out, his voice soft but clear, 'you, is that you?'