Gilbert Blythe has a serious problem when it comes to Anne Shirley-Cuthbert - he stares at her too much! "Do you believe in soulmates?" he asks, half-joking, half-wanting to know the answer. "Well, no" she says "I mean, not in the 'I know you from another past life' way... but I do believe in the rare happening of two people that meet by pure and random chance and they just... something just clicks, you know?"

Anne and Gilbert are not in high school anymore, but their paths will inevitably cross again. When the past comes back to haunt you and revive feelings that never left in the first place, all you can do is either be terrified about it or be fascinated about the unforeseen fate. Sequel to STARING.

Truce broken after a humiliating encounter on Barry's Pond and a incident in school, Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe plunge into an academic rivalry. But when trouble strikes, the two have no choice but to work together. [a continuation/rewrite of Elaine's Rescuer] Anne With An E season 1 *June 25th - July 5th 2018* #3 in Anne With An E #17 Shirbert

"We hide our emotions under the surface and try to pretend" Half a year after their talk during Bash and Mary's wedding, Anne and Gilbert experience the development of their friendship into something more. [awae - post season 2] Story based on L.M. Montgomery's novels and the series "Anne with an E". I do not own any of the characters.

Metanoia: (n.) The journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life. I helped battle his demons, He taught me to love myself. I was a hurricane, dangerous, yet beautiful. He was a tornado, damaging, yet captivating. We didn't know whether we were each other's destruction or salvation. To be completely cliché, We were playing with fire, but in all honesty, we wanted to be burned. This connection was our light in this everlasting darkness. Started: 08.08.18 Ended: 12.09.18

Fanfic based on the Netflix series "Anne With An E" A Winter's ball is being held in the town of Avonlea and a few things happen between Gilbert Blythe and our dear Anne.