Beating Hearts {a shirbert fanfic}

Chapter 4.

pov: anne

It couldn't be him. That wasn't possible.

It's all in your head Anne. It's all in your head. It's just your imagination.

I stood outside of the building while I was breathing some of the fresh air. I tried too calm myself down a little. Maybe I just needed some sleep, maybe all this learning has went too my head.

"Hey,"

I jumped up and turned around in less then one second.

Gilbert Blythe.

He was standing right in front of me. We could almost touch hands by how far we stood away from each other. If I took one step further I would hug him. His eyes looked at me in confusion but his face was filled with warmth.

"Hey,"

Anne Shirley Cuthbert, me, the one who can talk your ears off for eight straight hours, god forbid maybe even longer, can't properly say something back other than the word 'hey'.

Gilbert gave me a smile that sent me shivers down my spine.

This was all going so fast, him, suddenly standing here, in front of me, so close.

I just couldn't believe it. I also had so many questions. So much, that if I opened my mouth right that second, I would explode.

Maybe this was just all a dream. Maybe I would eventually wake up by the tree with my book on my lap and go on with my new life in Redmond. Maybe Diana wasn't back yet and was about too wake me up within seconds.

I wanted too touch him, but I couldn't. I didn't want too.

Because, what if this really was a dream? What if, when I touched him, he would disappear.

Gilbert pointed back at the building and that sudden movement made me snap back into reality, "It's pretty warm in there huh, is that why you went outside?" he said with another smile.

That smile, I can't say I didn't miss it.

"Yeah, a-and I also can't dance, like, at all." Nice, Anne that's one way too show your great social skills.

Gilbert chuckled, "Of course you can, everybody can dance, you just have too learn it. And besides, you don't have to be good at it to do it.."

There was that silence again.

And, for the first time in years, I didn't know what to say.

The stars were sparkling above us and there was a full moon. The light from the moon was shining perfectly on Gilberts face, which made all of this even more surreal.

You could hear the music that was coming from the inside and you could see the shadows of people through the windows.

Gilbert looked at my hand for a moment, then looked back at me again and he seemed too try too analyze my mind through my eyes.

Before I could say anything, all of sudden he grabbed my hand and took me back inside, towards the dance floor.

He gently pushed some people away until we stood right in front of the podium.