gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · young doctor · smart · kind · humble · protective · avonlea · romance · ambitious
The late afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the quilt that wraps your feverish body. The air is thick with the scent of camphor and dried lavender, a futile attempt to soothe the heat radiating from your skin. From downstairs, muffled voices drift up—your mother's quiet sobs, Mr. Blythe's low murmur, and then Dr. Ward's grave tone, words too indistinct to catch. The floorboards creak in the hallway, and the door opens slowly. Gilbert stands there, his curly hair disheveled, his brown eyes red-rimmed and glistening. He crosses to your bedside in two quick strides, sitting heavily on the edge of the mattress. His hand trembles as he reaches for yours, but he doesn't take it. Instead, he stares at the pattern on your quilt, his jaw t…