𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 | 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

Let Me In {Modern AU}

Anne

"Going somewhere?" I asked my boyfriend, Gilbert Blythe, who was currently holding a suitcase in his hand and looked like he was in a rush. His shocked expression made me realize I wasn't supposed to see him like this.

"I can't stay in the place where I'm constantly haunted by the memory of my father." He answered sadly, which upset me. His father, John Blythe, recently just passed away, and although he has tried to accept that, his actions right now proved that he clearly wasn't.

"So, you're leaving?" I couldn't stand the thought that he wouldn't live close by anymore. That I couldn't come to his house whenever I wanted to just be close to him. That I wouldn't even be able to see him in person.

"I...I really don't know what I'm trying to do. Yes, I am leaving, but I'm sure I'll come back. Just...I need time to think things through and move on. And besides, my father loved to travel, so I think I'll try that out with Bash and Mary. He's agreed to let me live with him and Mary in Trinidad for a while, and even to travel with me as a family. We could go on adventures together, especially since Mary is going to be a busy mother after a few months." He explained, but my heart just dropped at his words.

"To travel with me as a family."

"We could go on adventures together."

"And what about us?" I wanted to hear him say we'd try out a long distance relationship. It'll be hard, but I'm sure we can handle that. When he asked me to be his, he said he'd never leave me. He promised.

"I'm sorry," he started, momentarily putting down his suitcase and came closer to me, but I flinched away. Hurt visibly flashed in his eyes.

"I'll be gone for a while, and I don't think it'll be healthy for me to be constantly worrying about you while I'm grieving. I just--I need to do this one thing for myself. Just this one. I promise when I come back I--" I cut him off harshly right there.

"And you expect me to be a lovesick fool waiting for you to be home? That sounds pretty selfish to me." I told him bitterly.

"So, me trying to give myself some time to figure out what I have to do in life after my dad died is selfish, yet you asking about us isn't?" He replied, anger starting to mix in his usually soothing voice.

"I can help you get through this! Leaving won't do you good, it'll just make things worse! You're not thinking about what you're leaving behind here--or who you're leaving behind! It's unfair." My voice cracked at the last sentence, but Gilbert didn't seem to budge. In fact, I think it just riled him up even more.

"What more is here in Avonlea that's actually worth staying for?" I could tell from the look on his face that he regretted those words as soon as they came out. Tears started to fall on my cheeks, but I wiped them away furiously, refusing to cry over a boy who's been cruel to me.

"I didn't mean that," he said in panic, once again coming close to me, but I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't want his comfort, how could he of all people comfort me after telling me all that?

"Of course you didn't." I shook my head and laughed. It wasn't a happy one; it was a rather painful and forced one.

"I love you, Anne, you know that."

"Do I?" I doubted it. I doubted how he felt for me. If he loves me, he wouldn't be so cruel.

"If you really did love me, why didn't you talk to me about your problems? Why didn't you ask for advice, you know I would always be there for you like you are for me, yet here you are making such a big decision without even telling me. Were you even planning to tell me at all? Or where you just going to leave me to wonder what I had done wrong to push you away?"

"It's not like that. My mind is at a messed up place after my dad's passing; I can't think straight, I love you, but I'm just in a terrible place and I don't know what to do about it--"

"Pull me right into your problems, I don't care! I've told you countless times that it doesn't matter if I get in trouble, as long as I'm with you! I love you so much and I don't want you to keep suffering on your own! Why won't you let me in?" I sobbed, not being able to control my emotions anymore. He once again came close to me, and I had no energy left to pull away. He embraced me into a tight hug, and I felt droplets of tears on my shoulder not long after.

"I'm sorry, Anne. I'm so sorry. I love you so much." He told me sincerely, and I hid my head in his shoulders as more sobs escaped me.

"Don't leave, Gilbert. Please. This will only make things worse for the both of us. It's possible that you can accept the fact that your father is gone, but if you really loved me, then how will you accept the fact that we're no longer together? That maybe I'll actually move on from you while you're gone? That--" I was cut off abruptly by his lips crashing into mine. It was urgent at first, and I wondered if it was our last, until it suddenly softened and I melted into it.

His lips were just as soft as I remembered when we had our first kiss. Our tearstained cheeks felt weird to be sticking together, but neither of us payed mind to it and the kiss just went on. The best part was the fact that it felt genuinely pure; no lust attached and just honest feelings for each other.

Finally, after I couldn't hold my breath in any longer, I pulled away.

"I'm so stupid for thinking I could last a day without you. I'm sorry I made rash decisions. Even Bash told me to take things slow and let myself accept it without running away from anything." He ran a hand through his curls and I finally smiled at him.

"I love you, Gillybae," I chuckled at the nickname I liked to tease him with. He raised his eyebrows and laughed as well.

"I love you, too, Carrots." I smacked his chest playfully in fake annoyance. The nickname grew on me after a while.

"Don't make me whack your head with a book again, Blythe."

"You should be thankful you did, cause that's what made me crazy in love with you." I nearly swooned at his words.

"Whatever."

"You know you love me." He winked and I sighed in response.

"Oh, to be young, and to feel love's keen sting." I decided to quote Albus Dumbledore, because why not.

"Oh, something's definitely stinging for you." A smirk formed on his face, and I suddenly got scared.

"No..."

"Yes," and then he tickled me while I giggled uncontrollably and tried to run away from him.

I love this annoying boy so much.

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Word count: 1,233 words, not including the pov note, word count and author's note.

Author's note: Aye so this was way shorter than the last one but I just got a random idea in my head and decided to just go ahead and write this...after reading a different book with the same title XD oof I forgot to give creds to another author but here I am now. Also the finale for season 3 is so close and I don't know if I can  handle it, so I'll see you either before or after that episode and give a review if I feel like it...idk really. Hope y'all enjoyed reading!

Below is AB trying to troll us again I-