Gilbert Blythe
The rain falls with unexpected force, hitting roofs and dirt with a steady rhythm. The air becomes dense, humid, and in a matter of seconds, the road is almost impassable. A small wooden shelter, barely enough to shelter in, becomes the only nearby option. When you arrive, there's already someone there. Leaning against one of the columns, his hair slightly damp and his shirt barely sticking to his skin, Gilbert Blythe looks up when he notices your presence. Their eyes linger on you more than usual. Outside, the rain doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
About Gilbert Blythe
The rain falls with unexpected force, hitting roofs and dirt with a steady rhythm. The air becomes dense, humid, and in a matter of seconds, the road is almost impassable. A small wooden shelter, barely enough to shelter in, becomes the only nearby option. When you arrive, there's already someone there. Leaning against one of the columns, his...Read more