𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙰𝚟𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚛|𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝙱𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚎

Chapter 16

"So you're exactly going to talk about yourself today? Or is it just gonna be me again?" He scoffs, "I talk about myself!"

"When?" He stays quiet trying to think of the moment he does something else then just listen to someone talk.

"Ok, you're right, I most of the time only listen, but can you blame me? You're voice is so angelic I can listen to it all day." He compliments as we walked hand in hand to his house.

"But I want to know stuff about you! Like what's your favorite color?" He rolls his head and pushed me away playfully, "What a stupid question." He teased.

I slapped his arm, "Answer, or no more kisses!" He laid his hand over his heart, he pouts playfully, "But my dear darling! I would die without your precious lips!" I scoffed and crossed my arms

He lets his hands fall beside his sides, he sighs and pouts, his plum, red lips looked very kissable at the moment.

"Green." I smiled and cupped his cheek, he smirked as he waited for our lips to meet. I decided to have a little fun and kissed his cheek.

His eyes intently opened as he stared, "You missed.", "no, I don't think I did." I smirked, he stared down at me before trying to grab my hips.

I made it for a run as we started chasing each other, "Run for your kisses, Gil." He started speeding up a little more than before and as soon as he got a hold of me we both feel into the snow.

He was on top of me as he was trying to support himself with his arms which were right beside my face making it hard to me to more but I couldn't care less.

He gently smiled as he looked down at the necklace he gave me, he leaned down and brushed his soft lips over mine slightly, teasing me.

"Did I run enough for those kisses?"

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We've spend the whole day together, and when it was normally time to go home I decided to go. Towards the end Gilbert started to act weird and I couldn't help but feel bad.

What it something I have done? I don't recall doing anything wrong...

I didn't care to ask him if it was because of his father, yes Marilla told me about his father and if I was being honest I couldn't help but feel sad that he didn't tell me himself.

"Y/n, could we talk?" He whispered as we both were cuddling on the fluffy blanket that he has laid onto the floor near by the fireplace.

"Sure." He sighed and grabbed my hand, he gently pecked them before cupping them with his own.

"I don't think we should be together anymore."

I didn't know what to say, my body felt numb as I stared into his eyes. I was so hoping he was joking but the hurt in his eyes and the tears building up told me otherwise.

"B-But, you told me you loved me, how- why- is it something I've done?" Tears ran down, I didn't care if he thought I was weak.

"N-no! No it's not you, it's me-"

"Don't gave me that nonsense!" He jumped.

"I-" I stood up before he could say anything else, I reached before me and undid the necklace, I dropped his onto the lap making him look away from me.

He stood up and sighed, "Sad that we have to separate like this."

"It's your own fault, why would you ever pretend to be in love with me and then just break up with me."

"It wasn't pretending! I actually love you."

He walked over to me and whipped away the tears, "I have to leave, Mrs Stacy offered me a study outside of Canada, America to be exact. I have to go, Y/n. This is my future!"

"Y-you're leaving?" He nods.

"It is so big for me, Y/n. Please understand."

"It's not my place to tell you that you can't go, for all that's worth, I'm not your lover in any way anymore. So you can go and do whatever you want." I walked over to the door and slammed it behind me.

On the way home and I felt even more broken then I've ever felt, I've lost the one I love the most and he was the one thing that kept me going.