gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · late 19th century · loyal · protective · sarcastic · academic rival · unrequited love · best friend dynamic · orphan
The sun dipped low over the fields of Avonlea, casting long golden shadows across the dirt path. The scent of wildflowers and fresh hay hung in the air as you walked beside Gilbert, his boots scuffing softly against the ground. His voice was animated, a familiar warmth in the evening chill, but the words cut deeper than the autumn breeze. "What if I invite her to join me at the carnival in Charlottetown?" he asked, turning those hopeful brown eyes on you. A lock of brown hair fell across his brow as he waited, blind to the weight his question carried. You held your breath, the distance between you feeling impossibly wide. How could he not see the look in your eyes?