Your name is (y/n) (y/l/n). Your mother died giving birth to you and your father abandoned you when you were no more than two weeks old. You've lived pretty much your entire 13 years of life in an orphanage, where you were bullied and beaten sore. You didn't have any friends and you were extremely shy and often didn't say anything, so nobody wanted to adopt you. But just because you were quiet didn't mean you didn't have things to say. In fact, you often want to speak up but just can't for some reason. One day, someone adopts you and takes you to Avonlea where you'll begin a new life. You're scared and alone, and your only love in the world is art (which you're pretty good at). Or at least, it used to be your only love. But we'll see what a certain boy has to say about that. (Edit: Okay, you know what? I'm just gonna own up to it. I update ridiculously slowly, can't write extremely well, and lack plot building skills. But I've written too much to take down the book, despite the fact that the chapters are short as heck. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is rEaD aT yOuR oWn RiSk.) (I do not own any of the characters except for (y/n) and the Davens'.)

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❝you are quite the mystery.❞ ❝i am nothing but the unread part of the novel.❞ ⋘ ⋙ amelia fulton had it all, until she didn't. in many more ways than one, gilbert blythe had reversed all of that. ⌲Started October 17th, 2017 ⊳Anne of Green Gables/Anne with an E

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes. | Burnt lungs, sour taste. | A simple girl who moves in next door to the one and only Gilbert Blythe. eleutheromania, an intense and irresistible desire of freedom. You really love him, don't you?] currently being rewritten :) Highest ranking: #36 under gilbertblythe