Gilbert:

He pulled the blankets over his head, exhaustion enveloping him and keeping him in his bed. It was eight o'clock in the morning and nothing had happened that morning that would make him upset. Despite this, however, there was a shadow lingering above him, keeping him in the dark and sweeping the light just out of his reach. The curtains were drawn closed and his door shut. The paintings on his wall seemed to cloud and the flowers resting on his dresser seemed to droop. All this grew more and more apparent the longer he stayed this way - lying back, eyes closed but sleep an unrealistic goal. The bright white paint on the walls looked grayer and the small pit of sadness and anxiety in his chest that he seemed to be so good at ignoring was making itself known. Nothing he could see or feel would make this go away - he could be laughing, feeling the happiest he'd felt in days, and it would still be there, slowly chipping away at his heart. Slowly draining him of his energy and willpower.

Diana:

She sat at her desk, fingers closed around her pen, staring at a blank page with nothing to show for the hour she'd spent staring at it. It'd been months since she'd sent a letter to Anne, and there was so much she wanted to tell her. So much had happened in those months and yet it seemed that there was nothing she could do but stare at this paper, hoping that the words might just flow from her pen and she'd know what to say. Eventually she settled on something and simply wrote,

Hello Anne,

It has been quite a while since we last spoke. How are you doing? I've missed your letters with your extravagant stories - it's been quite uneventful without them. As you know, I've been aiming to become a writer, but my stories are never quite as good without your creative touch. I hope we can work together again sometime soon.

I miss you terribly, and I hope I may hear from you again.

Yours, Diana

She set the finished letter upon a desk near the front door and resolved to mail it later on in the day when she went out shopping. A part of her, even knowing it was mostly her fault that the two of them lost touch, was angry with Anne for never reaching out. Thinking about it, that part of her took over, and she suddenly realized that she was very angry with Anne. Without thinking, she pulled out her pen, furiously wrote out a different letter, and handed the finished one to her husband who was just about to go out anyways. "Please deliver this to Green Gables." She said, and then stomped out. He looked confused, but took the letter nonetheless without complaint and went out to deliver it.

A/N: Hey everyone! To all of those out there who have followed/are reading my story, thank you so much! It means a lot! I realize there are a lot of unanswered questions in this chapter (and it's very short) so because of this I'm going to get started with another chapter right away. With me still being in school during this time it's very stressful and I've had a lot on my mind for a while, but now that I've had a lot of time to adjust I'm going to be updating a lot more frequently. If you have any suggestions or have feedback for me I would love to hear it in the reviews. Also, I will be starting to do more with Gilbert and everyone else in case you've been waiting for that. Stay safe and healthy!