That Fateful Night

Chapter Seventeen

Hello my readers! I am so sorry I didn't update for ages :( I quite missed writing this story. I'm sure many of you know that the third (and final) season of AnnE came out this week and it really reignited my fire of motivation to write this book, even as my next college semester begins shortly. (I will not put any spoilers in this AN). My new years resolution is to update this story more frequently, and I really hope to make a good habit of this. Now, without further adieu, for the first time in many MANY months, enjoy a new chapter.

xoxo Jules

Anne's POV

The beach wind rifles her hair, moving the gently curled plaits over her shoulders as she brushes fingers with Gilbert Blythe. The bold and daring move accelerating her heartbeat as her body electrifies with the touch, everything about her coming alive. She smiles slightly... until the fear of ruining her friendship overtakes her and she pulls her hand away, both hoping, and dreading, that Gilbert noticed the touch.

Why did you do that? How could you be so careless as to let your emotions get the best of you? You know you love him. Being friends with Gilbert is better than nothing at all, and you need to stop trying to make him feel any other way than what he does. What if he does love me, he wanted to be partners with me today, that could be a sign. He. Does. Not. Love. You. Not in the way you want him too. You have a fiery temper and that drove him away. Then why did he want to be your partner today? 

Anne's mind goes silent as she can't come up with a more "rational" argument for her hearts last question. Her mind had been warring over her current predicament with Gilbert, her heart and the rational part of her brain caught in a kind of whirlwind of arguments against the other. Both of them competing to win Anne over completely. The mix of hope that her heart gives her and the despair from her brain, both equally irrational and rational opinions, leaving her nauseous and confused. 

Though Gilbert did tell her he loves her, and her heart clinging to those words, her brain still believes she acts without rationale and instead with impulse when acting how she does around Gilbert. 

Gilbert.

The boy is still standing beside her, his shoulder brushing hers.

Her heart rate accelerates again as she registers his unwavering touch. 

He stares out at the horizon, his face a picture of serene beauty. She wishes to capture that moment forever, working hard to memorize every piece of this picture and engrain it into her memory. 

Gilbert Blythe.

The handsome boy she has had feelings for since he walked with her to school. Since she beat him at the spelling bee. Since she wacked his head with a slate. Every moment with him flashes before her eyes and she smiles. The widest smile she can muster without drawing any attention from Gilbert. 

The moment ends and her smile fades, her heart still beating faster than normal, but instead her focus is now on the beautiful ocean waves, cascading over the beautiful blue-green waters. She watches the sunlight shine down, causing the waves to shimmer like sapphires as they move in the currents.

The water is so breathtaking that Anne lets out a sigh, entranced by the ocean's beauty.

"This is a magnificent view, isn't it?" Gilbert asks, drawing Anne's attention away from the waters.

"It is. I, for once, am at a loss for words to describe the absolute beauty of it. How all the pieces of it seem to fit together in a way that I wish I could capture forever. The light from the sun casting her golden rays down onto the blue waters. The feeling of the wind blowing through my hair, tickling my neck with her fingertips. The sound of the waves crashing down into the ocean depths, loud yet perfectly serene...."