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- 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴
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AVONLEA, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND
December 3rd, 1878
"Gilbert moved to Avonlea, what a complete coincidence."
Nicholas exhaled in disbelief, shaking his head as his glasses drooped down his nose bridge. Shrugging, the younger sibling stared at the thickly grown-out grass, watching her boots drag along the sea of green.
Over the span of 2 years, the two children had formed an unspoken code to dismiss any prior relations one may have had with a certain boy, who may now just be a recurring figure in their lives, holding the inevitability of returning a sense of vivid evocation. As a matter of fact, the blue-eyed brunette was by far not the only one in her family to grow a strong bond with Gilbert Blythe, it had appeared that he had drawn a close connection to her entire family in ways that, most definitely, differed from each other, though nevertheless were still clearly visible and of no less important than that of his and Riley's.
Nicholas James Carter was experiencing internal conflict for a range of reasons. The urge and rising feeling of questioning his sister's and his former friend's rendezvous outside the schoolyard grew by the second, however, the thought of being insensitive in any way led him to hesitate.
"We're friends now. We made amends. It's a new chapter in our lives here in Avonlea, why prolong the tragedy of the past when we can start anew? Blythe's good competition anyways, I wouldn't doubt he'd be of academic benefit to me," Sensing the fumbling and quick glances her brother acted upon, Riley let out a faint laugh at her brother's inquisitive nature he failed to hide.
"If that's what you're wondering, about what Gilbert and I talked about, to clear any misconceptions about what may have happened."
Raising his head up to meet the face of his sister, Nicholas scrunched his nose, grateful that they both decided to regain their friendship, though unimpressed at the stiff and formality-filled reasons she had given. Had she not previously gushed and rambled for hours per day about her blossoming friendship with Gilbert Blythe the very week they both had met two years ago, would he have believed that it was nothing more than for solely an academic benefit? He was more to her than that. And as his personal mission, he had made a promise to himself to make that known to his sister, and to his once close friend.
