A blind fate

chapter seventeen / deep conversations

Sunday - Gilbert POV

Gilbert had awoken on Sunday morning. He had slept like a baby, cuddling up to Anne's sheets and admiring her view outside the window. She was very lucky, having such a beautiful blossom tree within arms length.

Unaware of Anne's daily routine, he went to the window, and plucked a cherry bloom off the tree. He wanted to have some sort of physical memory of his weekend, of the time he was a 'girl.' It made him chuckle at how lame yet fun it was.

As he held the blossom up into the morning light, he truely appreciated its beauty. How one thing could be so beautiful. It was almost as beautiful as Anne. To Gilbert, nothing could be as beautiful as Anne, but this was a close second. He placed the flower in his bag, hoping that it wouldn't get squashed in his bag.

He walked downstairs to see only Marilla. She was doing needle point in the living room, using the natural light the room provided to her advantage. He noticed that she was squinting a lot, and as he was a curious person, wondered if it was a good conversation to have, but decided it wasn't... he didn't want to be rude.

"Good morning Marilla, I do hope I haven't kept you waiting long..." he hurried down the stairs to her, not wanting her to be alone anymore.

Marilla looked up in surprise - she hadn't expected Gilbert up at such an early hour.

"Gilbert.. My... it is early for you to be up. Usually Anne awakes early most mornings, but on Sundays she likes to sleep in until at least 9:30am."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can go back to bed if you would like.."

"Fiddle sticks. Come, sit with me, if you want. I will be preparing breakfast in an hour or so."

Marilla moved along the long and narrow couch, as Gilbert took a seat next to her. He had so many questions.

"If you don't mind Marilla-" Gilbert paused. He was very scared to start conversation, for fear he would say something rude or inappropriate, but he knew he had a reputation of being polite, so continued.

"Yesterday morning I noticed a photo on your wall.." he pointed to it, then looked back at Marilla.

"Who are the children in the photo?"

Marilla was saddened by the sudden thought of her dear Michael. How was she supposed to answer such a question. She wanted to be mad, but how could she.. Gilbert didn't know?

It took a while for her to answer, but when she did, mumbled her words, which she never did.

"It's me.. well not just me. Me, Mathew and... Michael..."

"Who is Michael?"

Marilla gulped, but chose to continue.

"He is... was my brother. He passed a long time ago."

Gilbert felt a tang in his chest. He felt absolutely dreadful for brining the topic up.

"I am so sorry Marilla. I cant believe I just said this, my god I am so sorry!" He slapped his hand to his face, embarrassed and ashamed.

"Gilbert there is no need to say gods name in such a poor manner.." She didn't mean to make the kind boy feel so bad. "It's quite alright child, I like talking about him. He was an amazing man!"

This made Gilbert relived. He felt like such an impolite boy in that current manner, and that wasn't like him at all. He decided to play it cool from here on out.

"Do tell.. he slightly teased. He made himself more comfortable in the couch, slightly slouching as he prepared to hear about Micheal.

Marilla was thankful that somebody was interested in her life story. She hadn't had an interesting life, but she did have some amazing stories to tell; Michael, her mum, John. Marilla knew after talking about Mathew, she wanted to talk about John.