"It's too late to apologise."
Anne knew he was going to come between 2 and 4 PM. In the last letter Gilbert wrote, he said that he would have paid her a visit as soon as he could, as soon as he finished his classes for the Winter. They had to spend Christmas together, after all.
The redhead looked up at the sky while sitting on a bench, playing with her umbrella as a distraction, and shivered when a snowflake placed itself on her nose covered by freckles.
<< Oh, if he doesn't show up-- I swear I'm going to Toronto to bring him back! >> she told Diana, standing up to walk on the snow.
<< Anne, he could be buying the ticket for the train right now! >> she replied, smiling to her and standing up as well to place a hand on her shoulder. She was nervous, it was obvious: Gilbert hadn't answered to her last letter. Diana knew Anne was worried, but she was sure Gilbert was fine, because he had talked to her instead. But obviously, she could not tell her best friend.
Diana and Anne looked at each other when they heard that voice. The first girl smiled, while Anne started looking around to find out where Gilbert was.
<< Just show up, Blythe! >> Anne called him, while the boy started walking towards her. She could finally see him: tall, beautiful. He looked even more intelligent than before. Was it possible?
He was holding a bouquet of red roses. It was so romantic that Anne felt like fainting.
<< Gilbert! >> she called him again, with a wide smile. He gave her the flowers, and without warning, he knelt down.
<< ...oh my Lord... >> the redhead whispered, with eyes wide open.
<< My Anne with an E... I think it's time. I've finished my studies, I'm a doctor now. It was quick, wasn't it? It felt quick to me. But the fact is that... >> he started looking for something in his pocket while speaking. Diana almost screamed. << ...that I promised to myself, that as soon as I finished my studies, I would have asked you to become my wife. My brilliant, smart, beautiful wife. >>
Anne started crying, placing a hand on Diana's shoulder because she felt like fainting again.
<< G-Gilbert, I-... >> she whispered, sobbing.
<< Anne Shirley-Cuthbert... will you marry me? >> he asked her, showing her a marvellous ring. It was his mother's ring, and looked perfect on Anne's finger when he put it on her. Crying like a baby, Anne started nodding and hugged him tight, while they both fell on the ground.
<< I apologise for that time I called you carrot at school, anyways. >>
He whispered on her ear, making her smile.
<< It's too late to apologise. >>
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