A/N: To avoid confusion, this is a week later. Enjoy!
Anne:
Anne set out her books on the table, carefully making sure none of them could be knocked over or have anything spilled on them. Cole sat, enjoying a peach dessert Anne had made earlier watching as she counted and then recounted each item she'd placed on the table.
Tomorrow was her first day teaching the students of Avonlea and she found herself in a frenzy, making sure everything would go smoothly tomorrow morning. She'd laid out a dress for the big day, making a point not to wear a corset in tribute to Miss Stacy. She'd laid out the mail that was delivered earlier, but neglected to read or go through any of it since she'd be so preoccupied with preparing for school.
Being finally finished, she sat across from Cole, picking up the small pile of mail and preparing to go through it. She sifted quickly through the collection of letters, placing most of them aside to go over later on. The last letter she picked up, however, was from Diana.
She showed the card to Cole and he stopped eating, looking at the letter she was holding up. "Well open it I suppose." He said, setting down his fork and pushing aside his plate to hear what it said.
Anne broke the seal of the envelope with her finger and pulled out the letter, reading it over. She felt her heart sink and her hands began to shake. Cole frowned, and picked up the letter Anne had dropped in front of her on the table, reading it aloud.
Dear Anne,
I am simply writing this letter not to tell you that I've missed you or that you're welcome to come over, because neither of those things are true. I'm writing to tell you that your blatant disregard of my previous letters and your neglect to reach out has been noted. Your message is received. You are no longer welcome here, nor will I be returning nor reading any letter that you send here. I will have them tossed into the fireplace. I do not wish to speak to you again.
Yours, Diana
Cole stared at the letter again for a few moments silently before looking back at Anne, who now had silent tears dripping daintily down her face. Her hand slowly met her face and covered her mouth. "I-I didn't mean to - I just forgot -" She began to sob quietly as Cole made his way around the table and enveloped her in a hug. He didn't know what to say - this was unlike Diana. He'd never known her to be so angry at something so small. They stayed that way for a while until both had calmed down and gone off to bed. Lying in his bed Cole resolved that he would go into town the next morning and find out what had happened with Diana.
Gilbert
It was evening. He had forced himself to get out of bed long before then, but that was sort of pointless. He'd sat in the dining room chair and thought about what he would say to Anne if he ever saw her again. He didn't know what brought it on, but it seemed to be all he could think of. When his adoptive son came running through the kitchen, yelling with excitement about how he would be going to school tomorrow, he sighed, remembering he'd promised that he would take him to school tomorrow so Wilma would have a chance to clean up around the house. He smiled, though, seeing the meticulously set out piles of books in different categories based on genres he'd set out on the coffee table. It reminded him of her.
He'd only realized how late it got when his son came to him with sleepy eyes asking for a bedtime story. Standing up from the chair, he walked William into his room, tucking him in and pulling one of the short stories from his shelf. Once William had fallen asleep, Gilbert closed the book, setting it back on the shelf.
The next morning in Avonlea came quicker than he expected.