Fanfic based on the Netflix series "Anne With An E"
A Winter's ball is being held in the town of Avonlea and a few things happen between Gilbert Blythe and our dear Anne.
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The brisk winter air violently brushed past Anne's pale, freckled skin. The snowfall was undeniably strong but she clutched onto the present as if her life depended on it, panting heavily with every step. She ran all the way to Gilbert's house, passing through the brook and the ever so familiar woods. She was thankful that the moonshine was kind enough to shed its light on her path. It seemed as if running through the woods had been a habit of hers of late. She ignored the twigs flicking past her face, the silence of the night perched with the sound of her footsteps against the snow and her heavy breathing.
When she finally neared his house, she slowed down and stood in front of it for awhile. She took her time to let her heartbeat slow to a steady pace. Most of the lights were all closed but there was a faint light coming from the far corner of the house which seemed to be the fireplace.
Then silently, she went up the porch steps. Mustering all her courage, she raised a fist to knock on the door. But suddenly, it occurred to her that she didn't prepare anything to say.
She turned back around with furrowed brows, then turned back to the door, attempting to knock once more.
You can do this, Anne.
She raised her mittened hand to knock but failed once again. The battle between her heart and fear seemed to be one that she can't seem to win. She thought about her favorite heroines; Jane Eyre, Joan Of Arc and countless more, all brave and fearless. And the more she thought about them the more frustrated she grew. She knew deep down that she was never going to be just like them.
She closed her eyes tight and breathed out in resignation. She turned back around and stepped down the porch stairs to head back home but the brick steps, unbeknownst to Anne, was covered with a thin layer of frozen ice.
In one swift motion, her foot was suddenly slipping forward. She let out one, high pitched yelp before landing flat on her bottom.
Anne groaned in a mixture of pain and frustration. "Why, oh why must the odds be against me." She whispered exasperated, looking up at the sky.
