"She is something to behold, elegant and bold. She is electricity, running to my soul."
Anne Shirley Cuthbert still remembered the first time she encountered Gilbert Blythe. She had forgotten to bring home the book she had checked out earlier from Avonlea Library, and by the time she recalled it was left there, the library was about to close. As she ran up, she saw him taking out a large set of keys and locking up the front door.
"Wait! Yes, you closing the library!" she called out.
He turned around to look at her, and almost forgot to breathe. In the glow of the dying sunset, the girl approaching him looked absolutely breathtaking. So much so that he took a few seconds to answer her.
"Yes miss?" he responded politely.
"According to my watch this library has one more minute until it closes therefore I should be allowed in until its hours are officially supposed to end." she stated slightly out of breath but nonetheless matter of fact.
He pursed his lips as he contemplated what he should do. Usually he was a nice person, and would sigh and let her in. But something about the fiery haired girl made him want to see her again, and he could only guarantee that by saying no.
"I'm afraid that Avonlea Library is now, in fact closed, according to my watch so I guess you'll just have to come back tomorrow, Miss...?" Gilbert trailed off with a charming smirk.
"Anne Shirley Cuthbert." she glared at him, not breaking eye contact for a moment too long. Upon realizing this, she averted her eyes as Gilbert watched her carefully, the smile never leaving his face.
"Well I guess I will see you tomorrow, Anne Shirley Cuthbert." he nodded and turned to walk home.
And while she would never admit such a thing out loud, she couldn't help but think about his soft smile as she spun around and walked further away from his retreating form.
YOU ARE READING
scope for the imagination //awae//
Fiksi Penggemar(Anne with an E modern AU) "It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?" -Anne of Green...
