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Part 14- Anne's grief

ANNE

Anne looked out of her bedroom window and watched with interest her favorite cherry tree. Its leaves had changed now that it was springtime, and it was loaded with fruits so red that they reminded her of the color of her hair.

The pleasant morning air struck her face, bringing a calm that was far from being felt. Inside her heart there was a volcano about to erupt, and Anne felt like the princess Cordelia of her fantasies trapped in her ivory tower.

The sleepless night already left its marks, there were dark spots around her eyes that had lost their brightness because of the many tears she had shed. She made a face when the ill-fated memories brought her anguish to the surface. She did not want to remember, her chest hurt every time she breathed, she just wanted something to anesthetize her pain.

But the stubborn girl inside her refused to succumb to all the sadness she felt. She needed to react and move on, even though she had been through so many torments and had survived. She would not let a failed love defeat her, she was stronger than that. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts and said to herself:

- Come on, Anne. Get up from there and go the fight. Life isn't over because Gilbert Blythe made a fool of you. - She felt the blow of a knife in her heart as he remembered the events of last night, but she bravely stood up and took off the dress she had worn last night, imagining that she would never wear it again without thinking about the death of her illusions.

She put on a simple dress that she used to wear on Sundays, and kept the turquoise blue in her closet. Her eyes accidentally landed on Gilbert's gift that lay on the nightstand next to the poem he had given her. She hadn't had the courage to throw it away, knowing its story and the importance it had for Gilbert's father, it would be sacrilege to get rid of it, but she promised she would never wear it because she didn't feel she had any right over that delicate jewel.

The house was silent when she came down. She knew Marilla and Matthew had gone to the newly renovated church after the fire, because the old lady had appeared in her room at seven o'clock in the morning to invite her to go with them, but seeing her asleep she didn't want to wake her. What she didn't know was that Anne only pretended to sleep, because she wanted to escape Marilla's cunning eyes, who would realize that there was something wrong as soon as she saw her. For that reason, it was a relief to have the house all to herself, because she could get her act together before they came back at lunchtime, and all they would see was the old Anne.

She wasn't hungry so she gave up breakfast, went out in the backyard and heard a noise in the barn, then she remembered that Jerry had gone back to work in Green Gables, as she hadn't talked to him much in the last few days, she went there to greet him

-Good morning, Jerry. - he was on his back and turned when he heard the girl's voice.

- Good morning, Anne. What a wonderful morning, don't you think?

- It's wonderful. - Jerry was surprised Anne didn't make any of her exaggerated comments, and he looked at her intrigued.

- You're not ill, are you?

- No, why do you ask? Anne said. Did he notice traces of tears on her face, or had it been the tone of her voice that betrayed her?

- Because usually in a commentary of mine like that, you'd shredded a rosary of poetry just to describe the beauty of the morning, and it would make me so sick that I'd throw it out of the barn," Jerry said laughing, just imagining that scene.

- And I'd certainly throw a pile of hay at you just to reciprocate the defiance," Anne said, thanking God she could still find something amusing to laugh at.