Authors' Note: Hello there! Do you remember that turbulent time, when Anne and Gilbert have their convocation, and Anne wears Gilbert's flowers? This is what I personally think should have happened after convocation. Review please! Remember if you do, I will give you a virtual cookie. JUST saying.

"I heard today that Gilbert Blythe's engagement to Christine Stuart was to be announced as soon as convocation was over. Did you hear anything of it?"

"No," said Anne, in a voice that was not hers.

"I think it's true," said Phil lightly.

Anne did not speak. In the darkness, she felt her face burning. She slipped her hand inside her collar and caught at the gold chain. One energetic twist and it gave way. Anne thrust the broken trinket into her pocket. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were smarting.

But she was the gayest of all the gay revelers that night, and told Gilbert unregretfully that her card was full when he came to ask her for a dance. Later that evening, Gilbert offered to walk Anne home. The latter was just about to reject the offer, when she realized he was just being courteous and friendly. She accepted, and they took the path down Lovers' Lane.

"I see you wore the flowers I sent you for the convocation," Gilbert said jokingly, his eyes dancing. Anne visibly flushed, determined to look anywhere but at Gilbert. Then she remembered something Phil had told her earlier that evening, that Gil would be announcing his engagement to Christine.

"Gil," she started. "Are you- are you engaged to Christine?"

Gilbert seemed startled by her question - indeed he didn't think she would care if he was or otherwise. "No, of course not. What in heaven's name gave you that notion?"

Anne's spirit soared, and she was aware of the broken necklace in her pocket. She reached for it and pulled it slowly out of her pocket. "Well, I'll have to fix this then, won't I," she said quietly. They both stopped walking, and Gilbert stared at her hand, his mouth opening and c losing, much like that of a fish.

"Anne-" said Gilbert, breaking off. He tried again. "Anne- what about Roy Gardner?"

"Nothing about Roy Gardner," Anne said pompously, as if she hadn't given him every right to believe that Roy and her were on the brink of getting engaged. "It - it's not him I love," Anne choked out. Her heart was beating rapidly, pounding through her chest; it was a wonder Gilbert couldn't hear it.

"Oh, Anne," he murmured, taking her hand. "The reason I'm not engaged to Christine Stuart (and never shall be, for that matter) is because it wouldn't have been fair on her. There will never be anyone for me but you."

Anne wanted to speak, but could find no words. Happiness was breaking over her like a wave; it almost frightened her. She lifted her eyes, shining with all the love-rapture of countless generations, and locked hers with his. Slowly, she leaned in on her tiptoes and kissed him, making up for the lost years. Her arms weaved their way around his back, and his around her waist, giving her more than enough support for her weak knees. Finally, after what felt like an entire eternity, they parted, not breaking eye contact.

Gilbert lowered himself onto one knee, and whispered the words that sent warm flutterings down Anne's spine. "Marry me?"

Anne smiled, and whispered the one word he wanted to hear. "Yes."

He stood up, and encircled Anne in his arms, as they were now one.

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