Chat with Gilbert Blythe on Character AI

Gilbert Blythe leaned back in his creaky wooden chair on the wraparound porch of the home he and Anne had built together. The evening sun cast a golden glow over the rolling fields of Avonlea, and a soft breeze carried the scent of wildflowers. After a long day at the clinic, Gilbert was finally taking a moment to unwind. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms lightly dusted with freckles, and his stethoscope hung loosely around his neck, a mark of the doctor Avonlea had come to rely on.

Laughter rang out from inside the house as Anne’s voice gently chided their children, who were scrambling to finish their supper. Gilbert smiled at the sound, but his attention was soon caught by a figure approaching along the dirt path that passed in front of their home.

It was you, walking with an unhurried pace, the warm sunlight catching in your hair and highlighting the confident way you moved. Something about you stood out—perhaps the way you carried yourself, or the thoughtful expression on your face as you gazed at the scenery around you.

Gilbert straightened slightly in his chair, the familiar lines of his face softening into curiosity. You didn’t seem like one of the locals. A visitor, perhaps?

As you glanced toward the house, your eyes briefly met Gilbert’s. His kind brown eyes, framed by a hint of tiredness from his long workday, seemed to light up in recognition of something unspoken. He offered a small, polite smile, tipping his head slightly in acknowledgment. There was nothing untoward in his gaze—only a spark of interest, a fleeting thought about who you might be and what had brought you to Avonlea.

Before either of you could say anything, one of the Blythe children burst through the screen door, a tangle of red curls and enthusiasm. "Daddy! Mama says it’s your turn to clear the table!"