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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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'Cause cruelty Wins in the movies I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you
A few days passed since the whole horror incident that had happened in Avonlea. The Cuthberts were horrified with guilt, feeling like it had been their responsibility for letting those two men stay at their home. But most of the town didn't really blame them. Who was to know? And alas, two kids had been caught in the whirlwind, both of them left unconscious, one left with trauma for as long as she'd live.
Amelia had been told to be in bed rest for a couple of days, which she had reluctantly. The moment that the doctor had told her she seemed to be fine physically, Amelia had jumped out of her bed and darted to Anne's house Green Gables, to see if Jerry was alright. Big dark purple bruises were marked around her neck, as she subconsciously touched them softly with her fingertips, a frown sketched on her face.
Amelia stood in the Cuthberts field with Jerry, as she stroked the black horse as her mind swam in thousands of different thoughts. She had rewritten Gilbert's letter and had her father send it to Trinidad ( Amelia had been very impressed by that ). She had made it clear that there was no gold in Avonlea, and explained the whole ordeal, just swiftly mentioning they had tried to choke her to death, but not going in to deep into details, as Amelia could only spill tears by just thinking about it.
Anne slowly ran towards where Jerry and Amelia silently worked, and leaned against the fence. She squinted against the wind, as both teenagers made their way closer to the redhead. "Matthew said you both tried to stop them." Anne's gaze lingered on Amelia's bruises, and felt guilty she wasn't there for her. Amelia noticed that and looked away, uncomfortable under her friend's gaze. "And all this time...I never realised who they were. And then all of a sudden, I-I did." Jerry frowned, as Amelia shook her head.
"Don't blame yourself. It's thanks to you that the men managed to capture one of them." Anne looked between the two, her eyes shining. "It was every brave of you two." Anne pulled Jerry and Amelia in a hug. Before either of them could return the hug, the redhead pulled away, smiling sheepishly before darting away back to the house, as Amelia and Jerry followed her with their gaze confused. They looked at each other and laughed, and Amelia forgot everything.
"I'll never understand Anne." Chuckled Jerry, his French accent pulling through. Amelia nodded and laughed, as she completely agreed.
But she wouldn't have it any other way.
The next morning, Amelia sat in the kitchen table as she ate her toast, her eyes skimming across the contents of her book. Her father entered the kitchen and took his vest off, a stack of letters in his hand he had found on his porch. His boots bounded across the floor as he took a seat across from his daughter, taking a big swig of his cup of tea. He took a glance at his daughter, and admired how concentrated she looked.
