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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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took those sticks and stones
showed them i could build a house
Amelia tapped her foot against the concrete floor impatiently as she waited to board the boat that would take her to Scotland. Seeing that the queue to board wasn't moving anytime soon, she leaned her bag against the floor, stretching slightly. Her father looked down to his watch, sighing tiredly. "Guess we're going to be here a while." In Amelia's pocket was a few letters her friends had gave her earlier, saying how they were going to miss her. Amelia was going to leave for a month before coming back to go to Queens college and settle down before her classes started.
Through those letters was Roy's, Anne's, Jerry's, Cole's, Diana's and Ruby's.It had definitely nearly made her cry, and she had appreciated their kind words. "You excited to visit Scotland?" Amelia looked up at her father, grinning as she nodded at him. "'Couse! Haven't visited home since nearly four years ago." the blonde quirked an eyebrow, curiosity getting the best of her. "Dad? What made you decide to finally visit home?"
The older man bit down his bottom lip, shrugging slightly as he looked right ahead. "Your mother's death pained me, far more than I can ever express. But it's been five years now and I think it's time."
Amelia smiled, holding his hand as she squeezed it slightly. "This is good for us." silence fell upon the Covey's, minus Isaac who had been preparing his boardhouse for when Amelia came back for Queens. Amelia's hair was pinned up in a slightly more sophisticated look as a rich emerald green dress hugged her body in the right places.
Her father looked back down at her, suddenly remembering. "Did you read Blythe's note?" Amelia's heartbeat sped up as she frowning, looking back at her father. "What note?"
"He came over the other day when you were gone with Anne so he left a note. I think he said he put it inside your bag." Amelia leaned down, quickly searching the content of her bag. She pushed aside some clothes before she was able to find it. She pulled it out slowly, turning it over. It was just a piece of paper slightly wrinkled, but those words held so much power over the youngest Covey. She finally opened the note, crossing her legs as her baby blue eyes read over his handwriting.
