She was fire.
She was warm and comforting, brightening the lives of everyone she met; people huddled around her to catch a ray of her love.
Some days she was a bonfire: wild and passionate and bold.
Most days she was a candle flame: moving to and fro with the wind, a light people used and discarded.
She struggled with it all her life. So scared that people would love her one moment and leave the next, she became possessive of the things she loved. Possessive of the people in her life that mattered most. She would spend sleepless nights imagining the worst possible scenarios in which they would leave "poor orphan Anne" alone in the world once more. A candle that lost its flame.
Though she tried to hide it, she never felt sure of anybody. She looked at people and places as temporary. In the back of her mind, she always prepared herself for when they would leave.
She was unsure of love. Unsure of family. Unsure of Gil—friends.
Past experiences at the orphanage spoke for itself. Her parents left her, why wouldn't everyone else?
It's just what they do. It's just what he would eventually do.
She told him to come home someday and he did.
But she was unsure if he would stay. Why would he?
She was a passionate blaze.
She was a tentative flame.
She was fire.
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Surely Shirley || Shirbert || ✔️
FanfictionIn which a girl flirts with Gilbert at a party and Anne decides to have a little fun. Anne is scared that the people she loves most will eventually leave her; Gilbert shows her that he will always come home. Five times Anne wasn't sure and one time...
