˜"*°•.˜"*°• to test the boundaries of what is safe or acceptable •°*"˜.•°*"˜
[ gilbert blythe x the oc ]
[ anne with an e season 1 + 2 + 3]
HIGHEST RANKING - GILBERT BLYTHE #6
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"say you'll see me again, even if it's just pretend"
It was quite a windy day that fortunate morning. When Amelia woke up, she saw how the branches on the trees shook, as if in fear, to the stronger breeze.
She didn't speak to her father this morning. Neither did she the other morning. He was always working, and if he wasn't, he didn't have time for her anyways. When her mother died five years ago, the Covey family changed. They moved a lot, and Amelia and mr Covey parted ways. He did love her, truly. And she also loved him. But time had changed, and mrs Covey was no longer with them. It was as of the whole family had died, and no one was left.
Amelia was a very positive and optimistic person. She had learnt to do so in the dark stage of her life, filled with sorrow and pain. She reminded herself that more than half of the human population were doing far worse than her.
Tomorrow was another day, without any mistakes yet committed.
So has she made her way to school, something she had gotten used to, and explored her surroundings.
She loved the bright green colour of the leaves. She loved the sound her footsteps made when she stepped on twigs. She loved the soft breeze in between the trees and the comfortable silence to where she was.
Amelia loved Avonlea. She found it quite easy to love. She couldn't hate anyone even if she tried. She couldn't hate her father, even tho he often ignored her. She couldn't hate Billy, even tho he was a bully that treated Anne badly. She couldn't hate Josie, even tho she was mean and cold-hearted.
Amelia found it hard to hate. not hard, but impossible! She didn't hate anything, not because she couldn't, but because she didn't want to.
She was so concentrated on her busy thoughts, she didn't hear how fast the horse raced down the path. She didn't hear his hooves thundering down on the floor. She didn't hear the carriage rattling. And before she knew it, someone pushed her out of the way, and both of them fell to the soft ground.
