❥ ℛℯ𝒸𝓀𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ ❥ •𝖦𝗂𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖡𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝖾•

•𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓉ℯℯ𝓃•

AMYBELLA BUT ON HER BEST DRESS. She parted her hair and decorated it with a bow, leaving a few strands out playfully so it didn't look too severe.
Then she put on Gilbert's bracelet and ran her fingers over it. She sighed and set off.

The bells rang and everyone gathered in the church for Prissy's wedding. Bella sat down next to Anne.

"Anne, you look beautiful!" She smiled. The redhead grinned. Times had passed. Her hair was now shoulder length and she had a confident grin on her face.

"Not as breathtaking as you. Gilbert's been staring at you the whole time." She giggled. Amybella turned her head to Gilbert, who was indeed looking at her and then got nudged in the side by Bash.

The people in the room all stood up as the doors opened and Prissy entered with her arm hooked to her father's. She walked elegantly past them, towards the altar, a bridal veil covering her face. Amybella looked at her before her eyes met his.
Green on brown. Gilbert looked at her and smiled.
Bella returned it before she averted her eyes, looking back at Prissy and then at Mr. Phillips, who she looked at in disgust.
Prissy deserved way better than an old and narrow minded teacher.

They arrived at the front and Mr. Phillips threw her veil over her head. Amybella wrinkled her nose in disgust. Prissy smiled happily at her soon to be husband, but Mr. Phillips gaze remained cold. The bride then looked around.

"Prissy." Mr. Phillips called her back. She looked at him, then suddenly dropped her bouquet and ran out.

"Prissy?" Bella heard Anne say. The people in the room jumped to their feet and a murmur went through the crowd.
Bella nodded to Anne and then Diana, before they followed Prissy and ran after her, out of the church.

Out in the snow, they caught up with the blonde. She was kneeling in the snow, breathing heavily, before she suddenly laughed. Prissy stood up and jumped around like a child. But in Bella's perspective, she still was a child. All of them were.
They were all still so incredibly young, while the world was wide. Why worry about a stupid boy?
A wild snowball fight ensued and we enjoyed the moment.

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"Amy." The girl heard behind her as she arrived at her house. She opened the door.

"Amybella." Gilbert caught up with her and was now standing before her.
He looked at the girl and had to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you." He started.

"You didn't." Amybella said confused.

„I'm sorry I got distracted recently. I was so consumed by the worry of my future that I forgot about you or bash. I was idiot!" he explained himself.

"Yes you were. But it's okay." Amybella said smiling.

„So we're still friends right?" He asked.

„Yeah.. friends." the girl said, with a feeling of dissatisfaction, where she couldn't quite describe why she felt it.