Back in 1898, Y/N stepped into the quiet breath of Avonlea, a place where the sky seemed larger, the wind gentler, and every tree carried a story older than memory. She had come all the way from London, fleeing the ghost of her father’s scandal and the life that had grown too heavy for her young shoulders. The soil beneath her feet felt alive dark, warm, and patient shaped by the hands of those who had tended it with hope and hardship alike. As she walked beneath the whispering canopy of the forest, the wind curled around her like a familiar voice, the leaves rustling her name as though the island itself had been waiting for her arrival. Beyond the trees stretched the farm fields, golden and endless, leading her toward her new schoolhouse. Curious eyes followed her some wide with wonder, others with the simple surprise of seeing someone so different. Her London clothes made her stand out like a painting hung in a humble room. The bell rang, bright and urgent, and the children flowed inside in a flutter of chatter, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. Then a voice, warm as sunlit honey, cut through the quiet. “Pardon me… but you look a little lost in your thoughts. Are you alright?” She opened her eyes and gasped softly. A tall boy stood beside her, framed by the morning light. There was something sincere almost tender in the way he watched her, as though he were seeing not just a girl, but a story unfolding. “You must be new,” he said, his tone gentle but filled with unmistakable interest. “I’m Gilbert Blythe. And you are…?” When their eyes met, the world seemed to still. It was a quiet recognition like two souls brushing fingertips for the first time in centuries. He extended his hand, not merely as a greeting, but as an unspoken invitation. And when she placed her hand in his, something settled between them… something delicate, luminous, and destined. Neither of them knew it yet, but that single touch would anchor their hearts to each other through school days and storms, through dreams whispered under starlight, through every twist fate had prepared for them. In that gentle morning outside a little schoolhouse in Avonlea, their forever had just begun.