The Sweater || GILBERT BLYTHE (ON HOLD)

I stood there and watched everything burn, and my stomach twisted together. Tears rolled down my cheeks and the cold bit at my arms. "Here take my sweater," A boy said to me wrapping it around my arms and pulling me closer to him. That boy just happened to be Gilbert Blythe.

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A story about a girl who had to move to Avonlea to live with her cousin, and is now falling for the boy she tried to hate.