Of the Very Instant that I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly at Your ServiceAnne and Gilbert have been in ea
Of the Very Instant that I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly at Your ServiceAnne and Gilbert have been in each other’s orbit since Anne arrived in Avonlea. Dance practice stirs up feelings neither of them realized were deep within. From there events unfold a little differently from how we expect.(Basically, I’m very disappointed in the two final episodes particularly—but I also think there would have been more depth to their friendship considering Anne was always over at the Blythes’ house learning from Mary and then helping Marilla with Delphine.)P.S. Thank you Shakespeare for the title (from The Tempest).Anne’s breath came hard and fast as if she’d just run the whole length of the Lake of Shining Waters. Her fingers fluttered and fumbled as she grabbed her schoolbag and shoved the strap across her body. Her heartbeat was much too loud in her ears, exhausting itself in its beating like when a loon protecting its young flaps its wings until the threat is gone or it dies.Oh Lord, Anne thought. Please don’t let me die. She hurried to grab her hat so she could finally breathe in a breath of sweet summer air full of life-giving oxygen. Her lungs certainly weren’t getting enough here in the stale air of the coat room. She spun herself round to hasten out of the schoolhouse and was stopped short by—of course—Gilbert Blythe.Eyes, she thought. Her own eyes widened. She remembered herself far faster than the last time she’d come face-to-face with Gilbert Blythe. Oh, how foolish she’d been too. Eyes, she thought again, sidestepping Gilbert to walk—no march—out the door and down the steps. Was such a statement an observation or a moment of derision? “No reason it can’t be both,” she heard in Marilla’s steady voice. No, Marilla, she argued with the imagined spectre. It was utter foolishness. How can I focus on my studies and be the Bride of Adventure when I can’t even maintain control of my own body? It was far too humiliating.“Stupid dancing,” she muttered as she crushed the long grass beneath her feet. “Stupid dancing. Stupid boy.”“Ahem.”Anne whirled around, still breathing hard.Read the rest on AO3. -- source link
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