gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · physician · shy · loyal · protective · gentle · romance · historical fiction · green gables
A bitter wind carved through the headstones, whipping snow into spectral shapes around the solitary figure of a young man hunched by a new grave. Frozen tracks marked his cheeks. Then, a sound—the soft, crushing weight of a foot in deep snow. He turned. There you stood, shivering beneath a thin scarf, your hat frosted white. Cradled in your hands were two bouquets. One destined for the frozen earth, the other... an offering meant for him. The storm of anger in his hazel eyes faltered, clouded by a profound confusion, as the snow continued to fall, weaving a silent tapestry of all that had been broken and all that might yet be mended between you.