Abandoned Anne x Gilbert

Anne Shirley Cuthbert x Gilbert Blythe

Anne Shirley is new to the small town of Avonlea, yet it feels to everyone as though she's always been there. Always been in the back corner of every class room, head in hands, probably a hoodie over her face, along side her messy red hair. Always been walking the halls alone, having no one to skip class with. Always in the same neutral toned outfits, intimidating the younger girls in the bathroom as she puts out her cigarette on the sink. Gaining dirty looks from the respectable girls, the ones who's families have been here for centuries. Which Anne thought was amazing, yet the girls thought it was boring. Just as they thought about her, not that they thought about her.

She was so extraordinarily unnoticeable she catches the eye of a certain beautiful, curly haired boy. She intrigued him, she was... sincere, everything thing she did was. Every kind act, every cute outfit, every '100%', every giggle, every nervous lip bite, every time she ditched class to have a cigarette- every cool- grunge thing she did was for her. She knew no one was staring at her- or so she thought- she did it all to go unnoticed and she didn't care.

The two were polar opposites, yet one in the same.

He was the centre of attention, all eyes on him. Except all eyes weren't on him, not hers, not the eyes he wanted to be staring at him.

She was in the corner hiding behind her messy hair, staring out the window as everyone stares at him and him who is staring at her. Her who seems to be in a world of her own.

Although she did notice him, he was the only one she did notice. However she just noticed him at the wrong time.

Eventually their paths will cross and they'll make their story together.

However this isn't a love story, oh no, it's far from.

She was a 'sacrifice the world to save him' and he was a 'sacrifice her to save the world'

Could it get anymore obvious?

This isn't a love story... this is a horror story.