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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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but how could i hate her?
she's such an angelbut then again, kindawish she were dead
Gilbert rubbed the back of his sweaty palms on his trousers, an anxious look on his face as he looked at Winifred, a pang of guilt as he watched her clean away the tears that fell from her blue eyes. "It takes a lot to astonish me. Well done, you've managed it." her words were sharp and bitter, but she didn't hate him. Only wished she was on the receiving side of his love. "Since you've been so irrepressibly cavalier with my heart, I feel like I have a right to ask; just how long have you known you never intended to marry me?"
Her eyes met his for the first time that afternoon, and she saw that it did indeed hurt him knowing that he hurt her. But she needed answers, answers that would maybe make her feel better, answers that could make her blame him and not feel like she wasn't good enough. "I'm really sorry I didn't realise before, but I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I do care about you-"
"But not as much as for a certain someone?" she interrupted, and when she got no answer, she knew that was she had said was true. "It's Amelia, isn't it?" she shook head, as if she mentally insulted herself for not noticing before. "I mean, it can't surprise me. The way you always looked at each other. But I just told myself that if you really liked her, you would've been with her already."
"I'm so sorry, Winnie."
"Did she argue bitterly that some childhood promise was implied? Did she beg you, weeping?" Gilbert frowned, licking his dry lips. "She didn't know about us when....she gave me option to choose." Winifred scoffed, before inhaling as she tried to calm herself down. "I'm just so..." she trailed off, without finishing her sentence as million of thoughts clouded her judgement. "Especially your talk with my father the other night...."
Winnie widened her eyes, her bottom lip trembling. "God, my mother was so sure she arranged a meeting with the minister. Why on earth did you lead me on and make me believe you loved me?"
"You can only know something when you know it. Not a minute before. The minute I knew my heart for sure, I came to you to reveal it. Wouldn't it have been worse if I had told you a week from now? Or a year?" Winifred stayed silent for a moment, grasping his reply as she realised that the heartbreak would have been bigger further along the road. That didn't mean it hurt her any less.
