gilbert blythe and lucas jade zumann imagines

Gilbert Blythe|The Little House on The Tree

There you were.

Standing in the front of a church you didn't want to be in. Knowing that a man far too old for your young age was waiting for you in the inside. It was wrong, how could your parents not see it? They had sold you out to a man they barely knew but seemed to blindly trust.

Your own family, the ones you trusted the most, were selling you for a price that wasn't worth your liberty. You had expected something as important as your freedom would be worth more than a few coins.

You knew your family was going through a rough patch in their lives, but doing this to you? Their first born, their own daughter?

Your face was stained with tears. You had never liked the idea of marriage. Or well, you had, just that not in this circumstances. Not when you were still such a young kid, and when you thought of marriage you certainly didn't pictured an old man standing as the groom while a kid stood as the wife. It was wrong and it was sick, and unfortunately it was what your life was going to become.

When you thought of marriage you thought of happiness. You thought of yourself, when you were older and could actually fit properly in the wedding dress you were currently wearing. You would be wearing it with pride, all your friends would be there too and Diana would be your maid of honor. You would have a career and your husband would, too. You would be equals in all levels possible.

Oh, when you thought of your future husband only one boy's face light up in your mind. It was such a shame he was overseas only Gods knows where. Gilbert Blythe wanted to see the world, he wanted to explore, and unfortunately, you were nowhere near his plans.

At least not as more than a best friend. You both had been best friends for as long as you could remember and you two were inseparable. It was not a surprise when you found yourself developing feelings for the young boy. After all, almost every girl in Avonlea had a crush on Gilbert at least once in their life solely based on his looks, so it was expected for you to be head over heels for him, after all you got all of Gilbert.

Who could blame you? Gilbert was a gentleman, he was a man in a crowd of immature foolish boys.

Once, a long time ago, you had believed he felt the same spark you felt for him. Oh, how wrong had you been! If he really felt that spark he wouldn't have been pinning after Anne Shirley-Cuthbert the last months he had been in Avonlea. If he felt that spark you felt every time you saw him, he wouldn't have left.

But he did, and he left you alone in the worst moment. Maybe if he was there, he would've helped you. Maybe he wouldn't have let your parents marry you off to a man you didn't knew.

"I can't, Gil" you whispered to yourself. "I can't do this"

With that, you ran.

Gilbert Blythe was a man of his word. He had promised you he would come back someday, he wasn't about to let his best friend down. He thought it was a good moment to come back, he had seen enough of the world and he had decided the world was decaying place without you in it.

And even though all the places he went were beautiful and could've offered him so many opportunities and so many open doors. He didn't want open doors, he wanted you. He wanted to see your smile every day on your way to school.

He had been a fool for not realizing it sooner.

He had been so excited to see the world that he hadn't noticed that his own world was in front of him all along. If he wanted the world, he had to have you.

You brought all the excitement and thrill he needed in his life and so much more. You brought beauty, you brought cleverness, and you brought happiness. The list could go on and on.