(#1 of the letters and poems written but never sent by Gilbert to Anne while he was on the ship with Bash.)
The foaming waves, the crisp air. Your fiery locks whip my cheek, and I turn. There you stand, an elegant rose amidst a sea of poppies, out of place but not to me. You can't see your own beauty, but I do. You can't see how strong you have become, but I do. You are untouchable, and I back away, stumbling backward. Off the cliff, and into the sea. It swallows me up, but you don't see. You only worry, "Don't pick me!"
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Anne x Gilbert #Shirbert One-Shots
RomanceJust some random Shirbert one-shots. Please comment any feedback/suggestions! Thanks for reading.
