Possibility (Gilbert Blythe)

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Parts 19
Time 2h 43m

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    Before I was able to raise my chin and speak, a voice I had previously heard in a dream rose to the occasion. "Hey! Billy! How's it going?" The memory of the voice was far away in my imagination, in my mind and I could not remember. His voice sparked such a delightful sensation in me and in my head flew images of a grassy field with flowers and butterflies, the perfect scenery of the field where Elizabeth found her love with Mr Darcy. It made the butterflies vanish and circulate to my stomach instead, and then I knew who stood before me. 
    
    I turned to the clearing; my feet heavy from the blow to my head and watched his figure step closer. His furrowed eyebrows once again knitted over his dark eyes as he seemed confused as to why our paths crossed again. I felt my heart rise in a discomforting way, as I had never known if I would ever have the occasion of seeing him again, and I had not thought about it ever since I left his home. However, there he stood, Gilbert Blythe, as handsome as he was the first time I met him.All Rights Reserved

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I AM RE-WRITING THIS STORY
    
    ~
    
    Before I was able to raise my chin and speak, a voice I had previously heard in a dream rose to the occasion. "Hey! Billy! How's it going?" The memory of the voice was far away in my imagination, in my mind and I could not remember. His voice sparked such a delightful sensation in me and in my head flew images of a grassy field with flowers and butterflies, the perfect scenery of the field where Elizabeth found her love with Mr Darcy. It made the butterflies vanish and circulate to my stomach instead, and then I knew who stood before me. 
    
    I turned to the clearing; my feet heavy from the blow to my head and watched his figure step closer. His furrowed eyebrows once again knitted over his dark eyes as he seemed confused as to why our paths crossed again. I felt my heart rise in a discomforting way, as I had never known if I would ever have the occasion of seeing him again, and I had not thought about it ever since I left his home. However, there he stood, Gilbert Blythe, as handsome as he was the first time I met him.

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