Out Of My Mind

When the thoughts began

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"Oh, so you've come to gloat then have you."

"Gloat? I'm sorry...I don't understand." Anne replied, lifting her eyes from the dirt road.

"Unrequited," Winifred scoffed, "I should've known."

"You're busy. I'll go. I didn't mean to interfere. I hope you and Gilbert have a wonderful life together." With a sore heart Anne lifted her deep blue dress, opened her white umbrella and turned to go.

"Wait," Winifred called, one white gloved hand reaching out. "You really don't know,"

Anne turned back. Curiosity filled her blue eyes.

"Gilbert didn't tell you...anything?" Winifred asked.

"Tell me what Winifred?"

Winifred's gloved hands clenched the side of her light blue dress. An internal debate. They slackened.

"Gilbert and I. We are not engaged."

Anne's face paled. Her white lace umbrella fell to the ground. A gasp escaped from her lips. A look of pity. A shakened thank you and she was gone. A blur of red and blue.

Gone off to Charlottetown to find her true love, Winifred thought bitterly and burst into tears. Why couldn't it have been me?

Anne's POV:

His hand laid gently on my cheek. His other on my waist. I am with Gilbert Blythe.

Our lips met. My heart skipped a beat. Gilbert.

My hair came undone and he ran his hands through it.

I pulled back and looked into those chocolate eyes. This...is...real.

"Anne," he said, "I have to know if you truly have feelings for me,"

"I do," I responded, "I have for so long,"

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"Di, I don't know what to do," I asked. Confiding in my dearest and truest friend.

She grabbed some hair pins and flowers off the oak vanity and joined me on my bed.

"I feel like I should be more excited about Gilbert. I love him so much. He feels...right. But I don't have any butterflies. Not like you had with Jerry. By the way, I still don't get why you haven't gotten back together. We must talk about that later. But Diana, could it be I misunderstood my feelings?"

Diana started to comb through my hair.

"Oh Anne, I'm sure the butterflies will come. You're probably just in shock." She added pins to my auburn hair.

"It's not that Di, I feel butterflies. Just for someone else."

"Who?" She started to add flowers to my hair. I took a deep breath and told her.

"I think I also like girls, Diana," Her hands stilled. A yellow flower dropped to the bed. "I'm like Aunt Jo but I'm also like you. I don't know how to explain it."

Her hands were no longer on my head.

"I...I need to get some air." She left the room.

My hair left unfinished.

I buried myself under the thick woolen blanket that still smelled strange. I think that what I am is beautiful. But could it be that I am wrong? Could it be that there is something wrong with me?