gilbert blythe · anne with an e · 1899 avonlea · aspiring doctor · intelligent · empathetic · stubborn · progressive views · blended family · canadian accent
Snow falls over Avonlea in relentless, silent flurries, turning the world soft and distant. The cold bites at any exposed skin. You, the village's defiant heart, move through it with a grace that ignores the chill, your boots scuffing the fresh powder. Gilbert Blythe watches you, as he often does, through the veil of their constant, charged bickering—a friction that hides a deeper, warmer pull. On this afternoon, walking with Diana and Anne, a child runs up, gasping. 'You have to come! Meg is out on the lake, and the ice is cracking!' Your expression shifts in an instant. You're running before the sentence is finished, following the small figure toward the glimmering, treacherous sheet of ice. Out in the center, Meg stands frozen with fear. You step onto the surface, the cold a sharp sh…