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[ gilbert blythe x the oc ]
[ anne with an e season 1 + 2 + 3]
HIGHEST RANKING - GILBERT BLYTHE #6
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Oh, we were such a mess But wasn't it the best? Thought it was done But I guess it's never really over
When Amelia heard from Josie that the Cuthberts had lost nearly all of their money, she made it clear to Anne she would do anything in her power to help them. Anything to distract Amelia from that emptiness she felt inside her. Sometimes, she'd forget that he was gone, and head towards his house, or look at his desk to tell him something, and then the cold hard truth would slap her in the face ; he was no longer there.
That very day, she had told her father that she was going to sell some of her things that she no longer used to help Anne and her farm, Green Gables, get back their money. Her father had immediately agreed, and smiled at his daughter's kindness. Amelia was only human, and she didn't always do the right thing, but she tried, and she had a heart made it of gold.
Amelia was starting to get sick of the winter already, as she trudged through the snow, a heavy box on her arms as she walked through the streets of the town. But she couldn't protest, it was coming close to spring, as the snow started to melt and the rays of sun peaked through the big white clouds. There was still a chilling wind, but it wasn't as bad. She was so ready for spring already, her favourite season of the year. She loved the soft colours, and it wasn't too hot or too cold, just the perfect weather. Jerry was selling one of the Cuthbert's horses, while Anne was trying to sell their stuff for a good price. Amelia was trying to bring the box to Anne, but it was proper heavy. She couldn't see anything in front of her, so she hoped she wouldn't knock into anyone.
But of course, she did.
The box flew to the ground, all of its objects inside spilling everywhere. Amelia softly swore under her breath, and bent down to check nothing was broken. She let a soft sigh of relief escape through her lips when she realised everything was in good shape. Amelia completely forgot about the person she had bumped into and started to pick everything up, before he spoke. "Amelia?" The blonde girl froze, knowing perfectly well who that voice belonged to. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing that when she opened them, he wouldn't be there. Obviously that didn't happen, as she felt a soft hand on her shoulder.
She opened her eyes and was met with his hazel ones. And for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity for both of them, they just stared at each other. She didn't realise until she was admiring his every movement, that she missed him dearly. What was she supposed to say? She wasn't angry. She had realised her selfish mistake, and wanted to apologise, but he had already left. Was he angry at her? It was possible. She had acted immature, and that was the price to pay.
Gilbert cleared his throat, and helped Amelia pick up the rest of her stuff, and place it back inside the box, without questioning the contents of it. The awkward tension could be cut with a knife, none of them speaking to the other. Gilbert was so desperate to beg for her forgiveness. He thought she was still mad he had left, and he really didn't want to completely leave knowing that she hated him. He wouldn't be able to live with that. Gilbert knew things would never be the same, but they could try. He wanted to.
