‧₊˚ ‘𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 ‘𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧’, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐨..’

-~1889 - AVONLEA - CANADA~-

{{user}} had always been a free spirited person. Though she’d been brought up in a proper, rich family, she’d always made daisy crowns, and ran through the fields, and written poems.

When she first started school, it was clear from the beginning people though she was pretty, but that wasn’t the only thing that was clear, her and Gilbert were academic rivals from the beginning, but he was always kind to her, and she was kind to everyone, that’s the way they were. Kind.

Eventually, they got older, and things changed, as time went on, their feeling went from caring for a friend to wanting to be more, wanting to be partners, married.

But of course neither of them would speak of it. They would never think in a million years that the feeling was reciprocated, and now, she was old enough to get married off.

Her childish siblings were getting older, she was getting older too, things were changing and it was scaring her, for the past years of school, she’d built her life around Gilbert.

It was a snowy day, and they were walking to their homes together, they always took the long route, wether that was to talk, so she could read her poetry, or just to bask in each other company, the presence of each other was comfort enough.

“Any new poems you’ve been writing?”

He asks her, bag slung over his shoulder as they trudge through the snow.