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flames {part 2} | gilbert blythe

part 2 requested by sooo many ppl so here you go fam!!

hello - adele

i was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet. to go over everything. they say that time's supposed to heal ya, but i ain't done much healing.

gilbert blythe finally came home. it's been a year since i've seen him.

to be honest, i don't know if i really want to. he broke my heart. it doesn't get much worse than that.

but regardless of our past, i decided that it'd be best to go see him. we could talk, and maybe he'd understand how sad i am that he left.

as i walked up to his house, i saw the smoke rising from the chimney, and i almost stopped. should i really be doing this?

i walked up the porch steps and knocked on his door. i heard shuffling from inside the house, and then the door opened.

"hello there," a tall, dark skinned man said. i'd never seen a trinidadian man before, but i smiled. he seemed awfully nice. "i'm sebastian, but you can call me bash." i shook his hand.

"i'm y/n," i told him. his eyes went wide and he turned his head towards the house.

"gilbert, she's here!" he yelled, and stepped aside. "please come in," he said to me.

"thank you?" i hesitantly stepped inside the house i'd been in so many times, but it seemed like forever ago.

"hi," a voice said from across the room. i turned my head to see him standing there.

"gilbert." i breathed sharply as he came towards me. he's grown up since i last saw him. his hair was curlier and darker, his face was more structured. he was way taller, but one thing stayed the same. his eyes. they were still the same hazel eyes i looked into last year as he left my house.

"y/n," he said my name in a hushed tone, as if i'd get mad if he raised his voice.

i went to gilbert's house today to be angry at him, to yell at him for leaving. i wanted to tell him that i couldn't ever see him again.

there's such a difference between us, and a million miles.

"how have you been?" he asked me. it was an awkward question that held so much tension behind it. it was like he didn't know how to talk to me anymore, which hurt.

"i've been well," i lied. he looked at his feet. "how was your...adventure?" i chose my words wisely.

"it was amazing. i went to trinidad, and met bash. i've been all over," he said, smiling at me. that smile alone made me tear up.

hello from the other side, i must've called a thousand times, to tell you i'm sorry for everything that i've done.

"y/n," gilbert whispered when he saw my tears. he stepped closer to me and touched my arm, but i swatted him away.

"no, you can't do this! you can't just leave me for a year, then come back and act like everything's fine, because it's not!" hot tears fell down your cheek, and gilbert's face fell.

"i-i didn't know it hurt you this much," was all he said.

"well what did you think was going to happen?! you left me, gilbert. i didn't even know if you were going to come back! how could you think i'd be fine with all this?!" bash stood behind us, obviously very confused.

"i'm so sorry," gilbert whispered. he tried to take another step closer, but i moved away again. my whole body broke down and i cried. i sat on gilbert blythe's kitchen floor and cried.

"every single day i was waiting for you! you never even sent a letter! i didn't know if you were dead or alive!" my shoulders racked from my sobs, and gilbert just stared.

"i thought you understood. i had no one, y/n, and—"

"you had me," i cried. he fiddled with his fingers. silence passed, with bash staring back and forth at us.

"you're right. i did have you," gilbert said after awhile.

hello from the outside, at least i can say that i tried, to tell you i'm sorry for breaking your heart.

"i loved you gilbert," i said. his strong expression went soft as he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

"i know," was all he said.

"i don't understand why you had to leave. you broke my heart," i replied. he knelt on the floor next to me. he put his arm around me, and this time i didn't move away. i leaned into him and cried.

it was weird being this close to him after all year of missing him.

"i thought i lost you forever," i said after a minute. i heard him sigh next to me.

"i'm sorry," he said again. i shook my head.

"no, you're not. i thought i was enough for you. i thought that we'd stay here, and eventually get married. i thought we'd grow old together, have little children, build our lives together. all those dreams came crashing down the day you left. you left me, and every night i fell asleep wondering why i wasn't enough for you. the worst part was whenever someone would knock on the door, and i'd run to get it, thinking, hoping, it was you. it never was. when you came home, you didn't even come see me."

he stared at me as i confessed all my feelings that have been bottled up for the past year. out of the corner of my eye, i saw a tear fall down his cheek. that shocked me back to reality. i stood up and brushed off my dress.

"what are you doing?" he asked as he stood up himself. i wiped the tears off my cheeks and turned to the door.

"i'm leaving, gilbert. i love you. so so much. but i can't do this anymore. what if you leave again?" i asked, and he rushed towards me.

"i'm never leaving again. at least never without you. you're my whole world, and i love you," he begged, grabbing my hand.

"no you don't. if you truly loved me, i would've been enough." and with that, i walked out the door.

he called after me, and i desperately wanted to turn around and fall into his arms, but he ruined me. i don't think i'll ever get completely over him. but right now, i needed to be strong. i needed to be on my own. if he wanted me, he would've stayed.

but it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore.