Anne and Gilbert are not in high school anymore, but their paths will inevitably cross again. When the past comes back to haunt you and revive feelings that never left in the first place, all you can do is either be terrified about it or be fascinat...
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▷ Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me - The Smiths
«Just another false alarm»
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June 8th, 2019
[DON'T PLAY THE SONG YET!]
ANNE SHIRLEY-CUTHBERT can't concentrate at all. Finals are on their way and she has not been able to concentrate enough to revise. She's been sitting on her bed all day — all week as well — cross-legged and enjoying a cup of coffee as she scrolled down a PowerPoint presentation on Literary Theory.
Her first year of college — which is almost over, by the way — has been rather good. She has seen her boyfriend almost everyday, she facetimed Diana whenever she could, Ruby and Jerry had even come and visit for a few days, and his friend Fred Wright still sends her via email each demo of the new songs he had been working on.
Everything is good.
"Hey, loser!"
Her dorm mate walks in. She's called Stella Maynard and she's the funniest person Anne's ever met (apart from Fred Wright, of course). One of the prettiest as well. Her pale skin goes perfect with her short bob black hair and deep black eyes — the perfect physical appearance to complement her personality.
"Hey, S" Anne closes her laptop and faces her friend. "How were your classes today?"
"Oh, they were alright" Stella replies, leaving her things on a bench near the dorm door. "I'm working on a surrealistic painting as a final project!"
Anne looks at her roommate's easel leaning against the wall. "Sounds great, can't wait to see it!" Anne smiles widely. She's going to miss both Stella and her art during the summer.
"Are you nervous about finals?" Stella asks, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she ties half of her hair into a top knot.
"No, not really"
And it's true. It wasn't finals what she was nervous about, but the thought of going back home after them instead. Whenever she thinks of Avonlea, she gets a lump in her throat that she finds harder and harder to swallow every day that goes by.
Home.
As Stella makes her way to sit on Anne's bed, the redhead crouches down on the floor, looking for something in the neat pile of books that she keeps under her bed.
"Ah, yes, I forgot you're a brainiac!" Stella sighs dramatically, dropping her weight on Anne's duvet.
"Says you!" Anne says, rolling her eyes, although Stella can't see her — Anne's still fixed on finding something in the boxes she has under her bed.
