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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▷ Someone to stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic
«Will you fix me up?»
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[DON'T PLAY THE SONG YET!]
October 24th, 2019
MARILLA CUTHBERT gets a call on a late a October morning. She's just tidying Anne's room, changing the sheets and cleaning the windows up when her phone rings.
People don't usually call her on the phone, considering how much she despises that devil's artifact (or at least that what she calls it), so, with curiosity, the woman rushes down stairs and answers the phone.
There's a voice, on the other side of the line, that mumbles a few words.
"Are you sure?" is all Marilla manages to say, drawing a hand to her chest, closer to where her heart is. "What-what happened?"
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That same morning, just a few minutes earlier, Anne is walking down the streets of Manhattan.
Her mind, clear of doubts, her eyes, too fixed on the sight of the trees that appear to both sides of her eyes, her steps, determined.
Today is the day.
She is focused and preoccupied with her own thoughts that she doesn't hear, at first, her own ringtone. But then, as the unknown person on the other side of the line insists, she can feel the buzzing of her phone against her the fabric of her coat.
It's Diana Barry.
Anne knows what she's going to tell her already. She can clearly hear her best friend's voice saying "Send those letters, now!".
"Hey, Di" she speaks as she keeps walking down the sidewalk, cars coming and going on the nearby road.
"Hey, wow, what's that noise? Where are you?"
Ah, the hustle and bustle of New York City can be noisy, Anne thinks.
"Just left my dorm. I'm on my way to the post office. I'm sending those letters" she draws her free hand to her open bag, feeling the letters safely kept there. "Fuck. I'm so nervous"
"Just relax. I'll work"
"It better work" Anne says, holding the phone carefully. "Because if it doesn't, I'll kill myself. Actually, scratch that — I would die of embarrassment. I just hope Gilbert shows up to my funeral at least"
