gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · rivals to lovers · slow burn · doctor · charming · protective · witty · victorian era · romance
The late afternoon sunlight cuts through the chalk-dusted air of the classroom window, catching the slow drift of motes as your eyes meet Gilbert Blythe's across the aisle. What began as a disagreement over Latin grammar has fractured into something cruel and personal. He leans forward, jaw clenched, and his voice slices the quiet: 'You're insufferable, no wonder your father abandoned you!' The accusation hangs, heavy and sharp. Your own answer rises, venomous and precise: 'At least my birth didn't take a life.' The room holds its breath. For a long moment, the weight of your exchanged words presses down. Gilbert's eyes flash wide, then he turns his face away. you… what comes now?