| Haunting the Haunted | Aangst(?)
synopsis: She was twelve when she left the Southern Water Tribe. Young, dumb, and broke enough to mistake hope for courage.
Years later, when people asked how she met the Avatar, she made it a joke. It was easier that way. No one wanted the truth â the jealousy, the humiliation of hope, the quiet, graceless way love can make you smaller if you're not careful.
But the truth has a way of surfacing. In the air that answers her like breathing. In the spaces between Aang's words. In the name she calls out when the fever takes her.
This is not a love story. I dont think so
wc: 10,879
ps. I crashed out while listening to laufey like a sad girl when i dont even have a love life to begin with
a/n: english is my second language. im sorry for any grammatical errors made. I will change the banner soon, when I finally get enough sleep.
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When people asked how she met Avatar Aang, she would smile and say, lightly,
"Oh, I invited myself and then forgot how to leave" or "I saw my sister crack an ice, and there he was sleeping inside."
People laugh.
It was easier that way since no one wanted the truth.
No one wanted to hear that she had followed him across the world with a half-packed satchel, boredom, and a ridiculous crush, believing that maybe if she stood close enough to the sun, it might one day turn and look at her too.
No one wants to hear that story!
The jealousy. The humiliation of hope. The quiet, graceless way love can make you smaller if you are not careful.
So she made it a joke. She had always been good at that. Because back then, she had been ordinary.
Painfully, aggressively ordinary.
Katara bent water like she owned it.
She, however, bent it like she was asking for permission from a dragon to take atleast one of its gold.
She was not useless. Just disappointing in the sort of way people were too polite to say it out loud
Gran-gran would smile kindly and say: "You're patient enough" "You worked hard" "You will learn it in time"
She learned very young that if you made yourself a joke first, no one would turn you into a punchline.
Sooo... she smiled. She laugh when she fail. She joke when things don't go her way. She said things like "It's fine," she'd joke, shaking the water off her sleeves "The spirits clearly have their favorites"
Everyone laughed. Katara would throw a snow ball at her. Sokka would tell her to abandon magic and be just like him.
That was easier.
If you made them comfortable, they wont witness your shame.
She brought that skill with her when Katara said: "You should come with us"
Like it was simple and the most obvious choice she could make. As if she was asking her to join dinner and not leave the only home she had ever known.
"And do what? Become an emotional support?" Sokka snorted and shrugged,
"Puh-lease. We already have enough of that"
Katara smacked his head and said, "I'm serious."
"I know. That's what scares me" she answered with a gentle smile a twelve years old could ever offer.
Let's just say⌠she just couldnt be apart from her family so she joined them.
She should've said no. She had every reasons not to come.
She's no prodigy. She's not smart and couragous. She only knew household chores.
She has her staff and various books and scrolls their mom left her.
For goodness sake, she can hardly bend the water the same way Katara does!
She's no Sokka who is a quick thinker. She's certainly not the Avatar. She was just⌠there.
Ordinary.
But ordinary girls are the most vulnerable to impossible things.
Heroes have purpose. Ordinary girls have hopes.
And hope, dangled in front af an ordinary girl with extraordinary dreams is dangerous.
So she took their hand. Smilling like it was an adventure instead of the beginning of her own hardship and heartbreak. Left home before she became wise enough to think this decision through.
At first, she thought she might survive it. Travel made everything temporary.
Cold nights on Appa's saddle. Bad camp food. Villages she would forget and forage. Fights and flights too urgent for self-pity.
Quit nights, and slow days were scarce. Ugency was mercy. It gave longing for a place to hide.
And Aang, he was kind⌠and that was the problem!
Cruelty woul've been easier. Cruel people can be hated. Kind people became saint worthy of prayers.
He noticed when she fell behind and slowed without saying anything. He handed her fruit first because he remembered how she hated the bitter kind. He laughed at her self-depricating jokes like she was genuinely funny and not just using humor as a personality tourniquet.
He made space for her, which is the beginning of her demise.
Because lonely people are reckless around being welcomed.
One evening, somewhere over the Earth Kindom, Appa drifting through the wide sky, Aang sat beside her at the saddle's edge and asked casually:
"Do you ever feel like everyone else got instructions for life and yours got lost?"
For a moment she stared at him, then looked back ahead, thighten her hold on the string manouvering Appa and said "Yeah,"
"Most of the time"
He looked relieved, "Right?"
He sat cross legged beside her, his elbows on his thighs, his face craddles on his fisted knuckles, and looked ahead of him as well.
"Everyone seems to know what I should be doing and expects me to know each one of them just because I'm the Avater" he grumbled.
"But you are the Avatar" she answered without thinking
"Exactly" he flatly said "A terrible idea to be honest. Who died and decided I should be the avatar? Huh? Huuuh?"
She can not help but chuckle. "Maybe you should've told Rokku that when you had a conversation earlier"
"Oooh, you dont know how badly I wanted to complain to him earlier!" he said broodingly "But Rokku was fast and distracted me with more pressing matters" and then he blew a raspberry.
She laughedâ real laughter not just a chuckle that almost throw her off balance. She could've flown down had he not caught her on time.
He smiled at her as she laughed, as if he was aiming for it.
She remembered that moment for years. The complaining avatar and her ever helpful insomnia.
That should've warned her.
She noticed the way he looked at Katara in pieces.
Not all at once. That would've been mercy. Instead it arrived slowly.
A glance half a second too long. The way his body turned towards her like she's the first person he wants to see. The softness in his voice when he said her name. The way his laughter changed when she was the reason for it. The way he wants her attention on him.
The way hope sat in him, bright and fragile and obvious.
Love, she learned, was often obvious only to the person it excludes.
Or maybe she was just blind to not see them before.
Who can even blame her? She was a child. She still is, if you dont count her age and think that the war and adventure took her childhood away.
The realization came by a campfire in some forgettable village with excellent noodles and terrible weather. Appa asleep nearby, the world briefly quieter.
Katara was laughing at something Sokka said.
Aang was watching like sunset had personally agree to happen only for that moment.
And there it was.
Simple Final. Oh
Suddenly every moment before that rearranged itself into clarity.
Every blush. Every awkward silence. Every excuse to stand a little closer. It had always been there. She had just been too selfish to not see it.
She sat very stil. Smiled when spoken to. Nodded at the right time.
Then lay awake that night staring at the branches of trees she would never remember and quietly mourned a love story that had never actually existed.
By morning, she was composed again.
She had years of practice.
The air found her by accident or maybe she found it. Or may be it has always been with her but she was constantly looking for other things.
Aang insisted it was destiny. She countered that destiny was just a bad decision-maker with better marketing strategy.
They were in some valley so green that it made the Southern Water Tribe feel like a myth someone else had told her.
Aang was showing off. Again. The usual.
"Air is about freedom" he said, spinning leaves in circles with infuriating ease. "You can't force it"
She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes "Sounds fake to me"
"It's not fake. You're just skeptical"
"Phu-leaase" she elongated, "add charming before skeptical"
He chuckled and stepped towards her
"Here"
And because the universe hated her specifically, he moved behind her.
Too close. Warm. And unfair.
Her entire nervous system went haywire. His hands settled lightly on her shoulders.
"Relax," which felt more like a trap than a guideline.
"Aangâ"
"Trust me"
Which was rude, because she does! Always. She just dont trust herself to be able to do it though.
He adjusted her stance. Patient Oblivious And far too gentle for her continued emotional instability.
"Dont push it, dont force it," he murmured. "Listen. Air doesn't like being controlled."
"I relate to that"
He laughed softly, close enough that it felt like a secret.
Then the wind shifted. Like something in her answered.
The pile of leaves in front of them lifted. Rose. Then swirled.
Both of them froze and stared.
The leaves dropped
Then Aang shouted so loudly that Appa was startled awake.
"You did it!"
"No! I absolutely did not" denial is heavy on her voice, "There was probably a strong gush of wind that's why it moved"
"Yeah right" he gave her a deadpanned look "And we were so numbed that we didn't feel it"
"Glad we came in to an agreement then" she nodded in finality and walked towards where she left her staff leaving Aang who was buzzing and giddy behind.
He grabbed both her hands. Looked at her eyes like she had hang the moon herself.
"You absolutely did it!"
She laughed too because she couldn't not. Because joy was contagious when it wore his face.
"I think I would've known if I was secretly an air bender."
"Well, apparently you're full of surprises." He looked at her like she was something astonishing.
And there it was again. Stupid. Persistent. Leach. A terminal illness called Hope.
Because now they had something that was theirs.
Not Katara's Not Sokka's Not the group's. Theirs. Air.
Air bending.
She learned it too quickly. At a frightening speed. Frightening everyone. Especially her.
Born to water, she should've been bending oceans, tides, and ice. Instead, air answered her like breathing. Air answered her without prayer and bargaining required. She learned the forms she had seen in scrolls.
The breathing. The meditation. The philosophy. Then she moved beyond the forms.
Beyond what the world deemed to be tradition.
She could pull cold from the atmosphere so sharp that water froze obediently at her fingertips. Sometimes she carry water in the air and drink from it.
She could strip oxygen from flame until fire folded on itself and dies.
She could move sand, mist, ashâ enough that people sometimes swore she was bending every element when really she was just terrifyingly good at lying and playing with the wind and air in her vicinity.
What even is a tradition for a practice that has been lost for more than a century?
She jokes once that she was the world's least impressive Avatar which Toph replied with:
"No, you're just terrifyingly good at committing fraud."
Even Aang looked at her sometimes with quiet awe.
The only other airbender. The only person in the world he could teach this way. The only one standing beside him in the shape of something he had lost. The only person he could hand those ghost to and know they would be held carefully.
He trusted her with pieces of himself he did not hand out lightly. His grief. His culture. His loneliness. He shared everything.
Late nights were filled with conversations about Air Nomad temples, artifacts, monks and stories no one else asked for.
He thought her games from his childhood.
Made her meditate with him even though she's bad at it as her mind would wander off.
He laughed every time she complained, and corrected her posture with the unbearable sincerity of someone who had never learned to be embarrassed.
Morning training became theirs.
Before sunrise, barefoot on wet grass. They practiced forms older than kingdoms while the rest of the world lay asleep.
Sometimes he would stop mid-lesson and grin at her with such uncomplicated pride that she forgot how to breathe.
It should've been enough.
Friendship. Trust. History.
But proximity is dangerous when your heart is stupid. She started believing in maybe.
Maybe love could grow where devotion and shared practice lived.
And hope is humiliating. It teaches you how to survive on crumbs and call it faith.
Everyone knew. She hated that too.
Not because anyone said it. Because no one did.
Sokka would pause sometimes when Aang and Katara sat too close together, glancing at her with the kind of pity people thought counted as kindness.
Toph understood everything immediately because apparently blindness only improved her ability to witness emotional disasters.
"You're all exhausting," she said over dinner.
No one asked, because they didnt need to.
Even Zuko, who is permanently one inconvenience away from violence, looked at her once in sympathy and understanding when she said too casually that Aang and Katara had always been like this.
Only Aang seemed untouched by it. Or maybe⌠he was simply better than her at pretending.
The strangest thing she and Toph ever built were letters. Neither of them understood how it worked, but that made it theirs.
It started during training.
She had been practicing carrying sound through the air currentsâ trying to move and amplify voice farther without shouting.
Toph, meanwhile, was being Toph.
"Can you stop breathing dramatically? I can hear you in my sleep"
She laughed and sent a small gust at her. In return, Toph blocked it with floating thin wall of earth.
But something shifted. The gust carried more than air.
A feeling. A shape. A thought.
Not words exactly. Intetion.
Toph froze and said "⌠Do that again."
"What? Fan your royal face?"
"Nooo. I heared something in that gust you sent"
"I guess no more ghost stories tonight then"
And she did as she was told. Actually no, she doesnt even know what she did.
But she tried attacking her with air that has some dust in it.
Again. And again. And again.
Until somehow, the impossibility became a possibility.
Messages carried through air pressure and vibration and stubborn intent.
Not perfect. But enough.
Enough for short letters folded into the wind. Enough for thoughts sent across impossible distance if both of them concentrated hard enough. Enough for both of them to have secret codes and secret jokes to laugh about. Enough for Toph to insult her from three villages away without inconvenience of travel.
Before she left, Toph had said:
"If you disappear dramatically and dont use this, I will personally hunt you. "
She smiled.
"Comforting"
"I'm serious"
"I know. That's why its comforting"
Katara was the one who finally said it. They were sitting by the river at sunset, the world unfairly beautiful. For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Then Katara said softly:
"You should tell him" then she belatedly added, "You love him"
It wasn't a question.
She felt her whole body lock and denial is as automatic as she breathe "Who? Sokka? Of course I do, he's ourâ"
"I meant Aang"
Katara looked at her. Not accusing. Not pitying. Just knowing.
And somehow that was worse.
"It it that obvious?" her voice came out smaller than she wanted.
Katara sighed, looking down at the water, "Only if someone's paying attention"
She chuckled once. Bitter. "So everyone, then"
"No." Katara shook her head. "Mostly just me"
That should have comforted her but she knew how things are within their circle. No secret remains a secret for that long.
'Sis, if you know, then Toph knew then Sokka noticed and while Zuko can be dumb but he have eyes and ears too,' she thought
She stared hard at the river so she didnt have to look at her.
Then she laughed. A sharp, wrong sound.
"Absolutely not." she answered resolutely. "I wont tell him a single thing"
Katara looked at her and countered, "He cares about you."
"Yes," she said "And that's exactly the problem"
"You dont know what he'd say"
She turned then, Really looked at her.
At this girl that she loved and envied and resented and would still defend with all her life.
And because honesty was easier when disguised as humor, she smiled.
"Yes,I do."
Katara's face fell but she reached for her hand regardless.
Warm and steady.
Just the same way she remembered when she was shaking from her nightmares when they were younger.
"You're allowed to want things"
She almost laughed.
"But apparently I'm not allowed to have them."
Katara's grip tightened.
And for one horrible moment, she hated her. Hated her for being kind. For being worthy of kindness. For being loved so easily by the person she would have bled for.
She hated her because she could not hate her enough. So instead, she pulled her hand away and said the cruelest truth she had.
"Do you know what the worst part is?"
Katara said nothing.
"He tells me about you."
She hated how her voice cracked a little there.
"He asks me what you mean when you say certain things. If I think you're upset. If I think you'd eveâ" she laughed, sharp, and ugly. "I help him try to love you better"
Katara looked like she'd been struck.
But she kept going because once pain starts speaking, it rarely stops politely.
"He teaches me airbending like it means something. Like maybe I'm special because I'm the only one who is somewhat like him. But I'm not. I'm just convenient. I'm just there."
"That not true"
She looked at Katara again and said "Is it?"
She softened immediately because cruelty was easy and she liked Katara too much to deny it.
"He loves you"
Silence.
She looked back at the river.
"And before you say anything noble and tragic, please dont. I dont think I can handle your guilt on top of everything else."
"That isn't fair!" Katara countered.
"No" she said lightly "It really isn't." she chuckled, "None of this is, actually."
Then, because if she didnt joke she might drown:
"Beside, imagine how embarrassing rejection would be. I'd have to relocate to another nation."
Katara made a helpless laugh despite tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Your awful"
"Oh phu-lease. I'm hilarious"
And because she was very, very good at smiling, Katara almost believed she was fine.
Almost.
It ended quietly. No storms. No screaming. No dramatic declarations under moonlight.
Real heartbreak is usually administrative. And jealousy, when masked flawlessly, is dissolved to something polite.
Katara was impossible to hate, which frankly makes this inconvenient.
It would have been easier if she was cruel and vindictive. If she was arrogant or selfish or blind to the devotion orbiting her.
But Katara was good.
She was warmth, and competence, and strength held together by stubborn kindness. She notice when people are hurting. She remembered who needed what.
She deserved to be loved. That was the problem.
Because if Katara had been terrible, resentment would have felt righteous.
Instead it felt shameful.
Like being angry at the sun for rising from the East instead of the West.
So she said nothing. She helped with dinner. She laughed at Sokka's jokes.
And once again, she listened when Aang talked about Appa and the Air nomads, and old memories that still hurts.
And when he talked about Kataraâ because of course he doesâ she listened then, too.
"Do you think she's mad at me?" "She seemed tired today" "What do you think would be a better way to catch her attention?"
Each time, she answered like a good friend should. Each time, she hands him the knife and thanked him for trusting her enough to hand it over.
The worst part was he never seems to notice she was bleeding. Not because he was cruel. It's because it never occured to him that she likes him.
To Aang, she's safe. Easy. Certain.
And there's nothing lonelier than being loved like a furniture.
Useful. Comforting. Convenient.
It was late. Everyone else was asleep.
She was laying on Appa's saddle, staring at the stars, willing it to fall on her, allowing the mosquitoes to start treating her like a buffet when Aang sat beside her.
Easy. Familiar. Dangerous. Like he owned the place beside her.
"You've been weird lately"
She smiled and with a snort she replied, "I'm offended that the weird one tells that to the normal one"
"You seized being normal when Sokka called you a magical girl" he countered, chuckling at the memory.
"I'm serious though. Are you ok?"
There were so many answers to that question. None of them were survivable. So she sat up, folded herself into something manageable.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
She's pretty sure she heard Toph send out a noise that sounded suspringly like a snort.
'Traitor. '
For a while, neither of them spoke. The fire across them crackled softly between breaths.
Then Aang said, very quietly, like it would break whatever fragile china there was. "Katara spoke to me."
"Did she?"
"Yeah"
He rubbed the back of his neck, nervous. She wanted to laugh. How considerate of him.
"She saidâŚ" he hesitated. "she said I might've been making things harder for you without realizing it"
She stared at the fire. The flames blurred.
"Well," she said calmly, because apparently self-destruction is her hobby now, "that sounds like her."
Then, softly he said "Is it true?"
She could lie. She will lie. She had planned to, for years, to lie forever.
But exhaustion is honest, And she was tired of carrying it alone.
So she looked at him in the eye.
Calm. Composed. Smilling, because of course.
And said: "You already know the answer."
His face changed. Not surprise. Worse.
Recognition.
And suddenly she understood. All at once. "You knew"
He looked away.
And there it was. The final cruelty of this charade. Not ignorance.
Awareness. Choice.
She laughed. Not because it was funny. Because if she hadn't, she might let herself break.
She wanted to scream.
Instead, she asked, "Do you ever wish people were different?"
He blinked.
Confused, "What?"
"LikeâŚ" She looked at the sky again and asked "⌠do you ever look at someone and think that if they were a little different, if you had met them first, maybe you could have love them?"
The words hang between them, naked and terrible.
Aang went still.
For the first time in years, the air they shared felt torn and absent.
She didnt look back at him. Couldn't
Instead, she settled in locating the north star, willing it to guide her in life.
And when he spoke, his voice was soft with the kind of sorrow that only made things worse.
"I think," he started carefully, "People are not puzzle pieces you fit together to define love. It just happens."
Her throat burned. Her eyes blurred. Her heart ache. Her gut hurts.
She laughed anyway. Because that was kind. That was honest. That was enough.
"Right." she took a deep breath, "Of course. That was a stupid question"
"Noâ"
"Aang"
His name had never sounded so tired.
"I dont know what to do. What toâ"
"Of course you didn't"
"I didnt want to hurt you"
She shook her head and looked at him this time. She smiled wider. Sharper. Sharp enough to tear.
"And yet" she pointed at him then back her and look around their surrounding, "A remarkable outcome we have here."
A laugh escaped her, soft and humorless one.
"That ship sailed, crashed, and sank somewhere around Ba Sing Se"
He flinched.
Good. Let him
She slid down from Appa's saddle.
He followed suit.
"I didn't mean for it to happen," she said, "If that helps?"
His voice small and asked "When?"
She smiled at that, because of course, he would ask like there was a clean beginning.
Like love arrived politely and announced itself.
"I dont know. Somewhere between you flying to teaching me how not to trip over my own feet, probably."
He made a week sound that might have been a laugh. Who knows, really.
She swallowed, continued and started listing things that made her hopeful.
"But you were kind to me. And then⌠you trusted me! Then there was airbending, and all those moments shared between us. You just made me feelâŚ" She paused and searched for the least humiliating truth and failed miserably "Seen, I guess"
The fire popped. And somehow Appa flipped over in his sleep.
"I know you didn't mean anything behind it. That's the problem. You were just being you. I was an idiot who turned kindness into hope"
"No"
She looked at him.
Aang was starring at her with something raw and stricken in his face.
"No, don't do that. Don't make it sound stupid"
She blinked, because she was expecting pity.
Awkwardness. A gentle rejection wrapped in kindness.
Not this. Not conviction that might mean something.
He dragged a hand over his face.
"I knew." he admitted. His voice cracked on the word. "I knew"
Aang, apparently is committed to ruining both their lives tonight, continued. "But I was selfish"
He looked younger when he's ashamed. Smaller even.
"I knew, and kept pretending I didnt, because if I admitted it, I'd have to do something about it. And I didnt want to lose you!"
His words landed between them like fire landing in a forest, destroying the life around it.
Her throat tightened. Her smile almost slipping.
"Aangâ"
"I loved being with you"
His voice was so quiet she almost missed it.
"I still do." he whisphered, "You make things easier. You understand parts of me no one else does. With airbending, with the Air Nomadsâ with everything. You make me feel less alone."
Hope really is a vicious, vicious thing. Because even now, even here, when the veil has been lifted. Even when the illusion of the mist has shifted. It craves and is hungry for validation For confirmation. For a confession.
"And?"
He closed his eyes then looked at the sky, took a deep breath, then look at her again.
And she knew. Before he said it, she knew. Before this entire confrontation, she knew.
"But it wasn't the same"
There it was!
The knife. The deadly stab. Clean and familiar.
Not enough. Never enough. Not the way he love Katara.
She blinked multiple times, letting her eyelids swallow the burning tears inside.
She nodded once. Let out the air she was holding in. Because what else was there to do?
"I know," she whispered.
"Noâ you don't! because if I could chooseâ"
"But you can't," she looked at him and offered him another smile. The kind that you knew is holding everything in. "No⌠" she shook her head, "you didnt even have to."
He stopped. Because that was the truth, wasn't it?
Love was not fairness nor effort. It was not proximity or history or practice. It was simply where your heart arrived.
And his had arrived somewhere else, somewhere named Katara.
"You know what the worst part is?"
Aang looked at her like he already did.
And for once, she let herself be angry. Not loud. Not cruel. Just honest.
"You let me stay in the maybe"
His face broke.
And she kept going because pain, once invited, rarely leaves politely.
"You gave me closeness. Trust. Just enough affection to make hope feel reasonable enough. And all that time, you knewâ No, I knew it would never be me."
"For years, I ate and built a life in that maybe. And you knew!" she exclaimed, "You knew and you couldn't be brave enough to pull the plug on it"
She laughed bitterly. Her voice shook, tear sthreatened to fall. She ignored them just like how she ignored the mosquittoes feasting on her.
"And⌠its not even your fault. I knew you love Katara. Devastatingly so. I'd be blind to not see it. I'd be deaf to not hear it from you" she paused again, trying to gain control on her emotions.
"I was the one foolish enough to put meaning in those moments that we shared. It was selfish of me to think because we both have airbending, because we have our own thing, because you share with me things you dont share with othersâ that maybe, maybe you might look at me and choose differently. That you might see me"
Aang whispered, devastated:
"You are worth choosing."
She smiled then. Small. Sad. Final.
"But not by you"
Silence. That was enough.
"I thinkâŚ" Then she stepped away from from him, and said, with all the gentleness of a closing door:
"⌠I will always love you a little. I wish I didn't. But I will."
He looked like grief had introduced itself and kissed him.
And for the first time since she had climed onto Appa's back all those years ago, she chose herself over staying.
"And I think," still smiling she said, "that's the last thing I'm ever going to give you."
Then she walked away.
And this time she did not look back.
The war ended. The world celebrated.
Aang kissed Katara beneath a sky that finally belonged to tomorrow.
And she smiled. Of course she smiled.
She clapped when eveyone clapped. She laughed when everyone laughed.
She stood beside them in victory and looked exactly like someone who had made peace with all of it.
Maybe she had. Mostly.
But peace was louder than war. Because now there was time.
Time to notice. Time to remember. Time to ask herself who she was when she was no longer trying to be enough for someone else.
That question terrified her.
So she stayed. Because leaving immediately would make it look like heartbreak.
No. If she leaves, it will be on her own terms. Own reason, own choices and benefit.
So she stayed.
Long enough for peace to become believable and normal. Long enough for Katara to stop watching her with quiet guilt. Long enough for Aang to stop looking like the embodiment of apology. Long enough for Appa to have children.
That part, oddly, mattered the most.
Because if Aang was the last airbender, Appa had been the last sky bison. Because if she's leaving, she would need a cuddle buddy.
She would not leave him alone inside extinction if she could help it. So she helped fix that frst.
It started as a joke. Mostly.
They were older now. Not old, but olderâ at that dangerous age where everyone around you starts talking about permanence like it is a reasonable thing to attempt and have.
Aang was talking about rebuilding Air Nomad culture. Again. He always was.
Some things just never changed.
He talked about the weight of being the last and desperate need to stop being it.
She listened because she always had.
Then, over tea she said lightly,
"Well⌠if we're rebuilding things, perhaps start with Appa" she said, acting as if she pittied Appa's singleness. "Poor Appa has been carrying your entire emotional instability for years. He deserves a wife! He needs a mate!" she exclaimed, determination clearly visible in her eyes.
"His carnal needs havent been met for a hundred years. He lived more like a monk than you ever could Aang! Don't you pity that giant flying caterpillar?!"
Aang nearly choked. "G-giant caterpillar?"
Katara chortled into her cup.
Sokka said with a raised eyebrow, "And how are we even going to achieve that, my dear flying sister?" a bit skeptical, like he always is. "We travel far and wide and we havent seen a flying bison anywhere!"
"Hohoho" she chuckled like those obnoxious princess in some play they've watched few days ago.
"You're creeping me here" Sokka sweatdropped.
"Maybe you haven't but I have!" she exclaimed
Sokka pointed a finger at her and called bullshit, "Don't lie! You were hardly apart from us. So what time do you even have to see them alone?"
"Zukko, bring me the map"
"What now. Did you somehow made the big bad fire lord as your lackey?" crossing his arms, Sokka grumbled.
Instead of answering his question she looked at them playfully then covered her mouth, then looked at the side avoiding their eyes and said "Hoho~ Who knows~"
If she had a cat tail, they would've seen it swishing playfully.
"Wha-What? Zuko, what's the meaning of this?!"
Poor Sokka was ignored as Zukko laid out the map that for some reason have a drawing on a certain region of the Fire Nation.
"Why is there a cat drawing here?" Sokka pointed out in which she chirped happily with "That's a Appa!"
"Gurl, are you drunk" Toph, bless her soul, asked as she looked wearily at the tea cups.
"Nope. Just giddy hehe. Imagine, more fluff balls in town"
"And we lost her in her merry land"
Since she seems to be lost in her imagination, it was Zuko who had to explain how they found the hidden herds of the flying bison.
"I can't believe I'm hearing a discussion about Appa's love life before mine" Toph grumbled.
"That's because your ideal type dont exist!" she countered pointing finger at Toph "Dont you dare oppose my flying bison repopulation plan! I need a cuddle buddy. It isn't fair that only Aang have one" she grumbled before drinking her tea.
And because the universe love surprises.
The proposal was approved. Contacts were established. Ancient records were dug up. Hope, once again, arrived disguised as logistics.
She threw herself into it with strange kind of devotion. Everyone thought it was because she cared about Aang and Appa.
Which was true. Partially.
Toph, of course, understood. Because Toph undersood everything she wish she didn't.
One afternoon, while she was painting, Toph dropped onto her studio's floor and watched her paint for few minutes before she spoke;
"You're planning to leave, aren't you?"
It was a statement disguised as question.
She paused. She didn't look up. Then continued painting again.
"Whatever do you mean Toph?"
Toph snorted. Then silence.
She watched her drown in the painting she's pouring her mind and soul into. It had always been like this whenever she tried running away or if she need to hide something. She poured them in painting, in art, or music that only the air could carry and remember.
"You've been wanting to leave." she paused, "For the longest time, you've been looking for your way out."
She stilled and looked at her, because it wasn't a lie. Because hearing it aloud made it real.
Toph, now layed on the floor, popped a grape on her mouth.
"The second Appa stopped being the only one, you got hopeful. Like an excited child waiting to open her present" she chewed.
"That's dramatic" "You're dramatic" "Excuse you, I have flare" she rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. Its that exact same diseased as Sokka. Dramatitis" Toph popped another grape on her mouth
She laughed despite how ridiculous everything sounds.
And Toph, with an emotional subtlety of a landslide, continued:
"The students were a dead giveaway, by the way"
That made her pause
"Huh? Isn't that the most subtle one? Teaching aspirants how to airbend. I've got good reputation to boot" she's not even denying anything anymore.
"To others yeah. But I know you" another grape to her mouth it is. "For someone who likes her freedom so much that she would rather drift around, you sure follow a strict schedule for teaching."
"I had too. You cant have random time to teach, you know. I dont want them budgering me around for which day and time I would be free"
Toph pointed at her and said "That's the thing. Its too logical. Too clinical. Totally not like you. Its like a final hoorah for something." she said in finality. "I feel like I'm the only one with functioning eyes here. How can I see things they couldn't see? Are they blind?"
The irony caught her off guard that it made her fall from the chair she was seating at. The blind woman complaining about their abled friends blindness will never get old.
"If you had stick to just selling your painting and sculptures, it would've been less obvioust yknow" Toph added as she added another grape that would go down her stomache in no time "You've been doing that since we've been on the run or on the fly? You get what I mean. And hey, anything made under your name inflated in price value"
"Should I stop teaching then?"
"Nah. Apparently they are too blind to see the obvious. Stopping now would be like telling them they're dumb"
Toph turned her head towards her. Her eyes somehow sharper than sight.
"Just dont forget that you can come home to me when the going get tough. I can hide you from them too, y'know" she said with outmost sincerity.
"My reputation exceeds me, dear. I doubt you can hide me in your little hut" she jest, but she's thankful.
They both knew that.
Because somehow, someone noticed her silent plea. Someone noticed her closing the door before shutting it close and let the ocean swallow the key.
And they were kind enough to reach out and ask for a duplicate.
They didnt listen to everyone's congratulatory messages. They didn't mistake her competence for contentment. They didn't allow her to disappear just as easily.
They made sure that there was a tether connecting them, regardless of how thin it may be.
She told everyone she was taking a vacation. That was the official version.
Sokka complained and told her to take him with her. Katara hugged her and told her that she deserved it. Aang smiled softly and asked where she was going. She smiled back and said:
"Away from you, obviously. I cant handle your brooding nose anymore"
Everyone laughed. Because she made it sound like a joke. She had always been good at that.
Only Gran-Gran knew the truth.
And even she knew about it just few days after she left the warm embrace of Katara and the ventured on her own journey.
She stood before them at dawn with one bag, enough money and souvenirs with her. and the kind of calm that only comes after a decision has been made so thoroughly it no longer hurts.
She knelt down to hug Gran-Gran the moment she saw her. Its been so long since she's been home. She missed her scent, her voice, and her embrace.
"What brought you home child?" Gran-Gran asked as she enveloped her in a warm embrace in contrast to their winter season.
"Can't your grandchild see you just because?" she joked, her voice croaked. "I missed you so much Gran-Gran" she nuzzled deeper in her embrace.
Gran-Gran did not ask much. She let her cry in her embraced, wiped the snot off her face, and laughed at her when she noticed how puffy she had looked.
She let her stay, cooked her favorite meal, let her play they with the pequins the way she used to. She let her teach the kids, now turned into a teenager. She tell them tales of their adventure, of the places they've been too, showed them drawings and gave them gifts that are timely but timeless.
Kanna let her be her own person in their own home, because at the back of her mind, she knew that this might be the last time she will see this child. She let her babble like the kid that she once was, she allowed her cuddle times that she was so shy to ask. They braided each other' s hair, exchanged stories over meal time, knitted together.
They made the most of their 'borrowed' and limited time.
One dinner Gran-Gran finally asked "For how long will you be gone?" with no preemptive plan to stop her or to tell her stay. It's like she knew this child would just fly and disappear if she doesnt find her anchors.
She smiled, "I dont know yet"
"Will you come back?"
That made her pause, she looked at the food on the table filled with dishes Gran-Gran knew she loved. The house is no longer a temporary tent but is a wooden cabin, much sturdier than the one she grew up in. She looked at the neatly scattered knitted, finished and unfinished project they both started.
Then she looked at Gran-Gran. She aged so much over the years. There are more lines on her face than the ones she used to trace when she was younger, hoping to smooth them out then pout when they sag back.
She can't fully leave this yet. She cant leave her yet. She can't leave the mother that raised her yet.
"I'll come back here each year" she said in finality, "But I dont think I'll go back there anytime soon"
Gran-Gran did not ask. She was used to this child's vague and stubborn ways.
She sighed though "You told them you're taking a vacation didn't you?"
Chopstick stucked on her mouth. Her eyes wide, and she smiled awkardly just like how she does when she's caught taking another slice of the meat that was supposed to be preserved for another meal when she was younger.
"Uhm⌠Uhhh" she looked like a gaping fish in front of her mother grandma.
Gran-Gran just looked at her and shook her head. She was pretty sure she heared her say "This child" in a low voice.
At that moment she thought of Katara. Of Sokka. Of Aang.
She thought of Zuko too, but she's can bet Sokka's broken heart that he knew what she was planning. After all, he handed her a weaned child of Appa saying "That can't carry you yet, but you can train her when you're on the run"
T'was a scary exchange to be honest. She was half-asleep when they decided to meet and when he handed the baby to her. She thought she was wanted in some nation or something.
She thought of Toph too, that kid almost foiled her plans! Kept hiding her maps and notes. Then sometimes made it impossible for her to sell or trade her craft by making the middle man arrive days late.
Those two can survive without her. Maybe she'll pop up every now and then, who knows.
But Katara, Sokka, and Aang?
"I think they deserved honesty. And I dont think the me right now is kind enough give them that" her thoughts spilled out causing her Gran-Gran to look at her across the table.
"They will ask questions"
"Well⌠Maman, make up an excuse for me hehe" she asked sheppishly.
The next day she left before sunrise. No dramatic farewell. No tears. No one last look.
Just a note on table bidding her mother farewell and a bag of cash she might need in case of emergency.
Just her. A bag. A future. And the ocean, for the first time, opening for her without needing to ask for permission.
They noticed after three weeks of silence from her. There should have atleast been a letter by now.
Sokka complained first. Because Sokka noticed absence like others noticed the incoming storm.
"This is suspicious," he announced over breakfast.
Katara barely looked up, "What is?"
"Her vacation. It's been too silent." he answered, suspicion is creeping on his tone.
"Let her be. She cant possibly report every moment she had on us" Katara countered, but she too is concerned, after all, this is the first time that their youngest have been away from them on her own.
"She organized my kitchen before leaving. Then left multiple paintings and sculptures she made in my house, saying that if I'm short for money I should sell them in months or years time. The price appreciates or something" he stabbed the pork on his plate then continued "That's not the behavior of a woman seeking peace. That's a behavior of someone who's saying goodbye!"
Katara looked at him, hard, like she was a little bit convinced by his reasoning because she did the same at her place. She redecorated her living and dining area. Placed her paintings and sculptures in places that visitors could notice. Then asked her if she could house some more of her piceces, sell them during emergencies if needed.
But she brushed that feeling off because⌠it can't be true. Right? Or rather she tried convincing herself by telling him that:
"Maybe she's just looking after her older brother. You know how she gets"
Aang smiled faintly at the exchange, but there was something restless there.
Like there was truth in what Sokka was saying.
"What if she eloped with Zuko?!" Sokka's voice raised as his brain went on some weird tunnel "They were oddly chummy the last time I saw them. They were whispering like they have their own secrets" he grumbled, "There has got to be something going on between those two"
"If they did, then the world would've known by now" Katara reasoned, "It would've been on the papers. A headline saying "Fire Lord Zuko Ran Away with the Avatar's First Student" but there's no paper yet"
"He could've been hiding her in that huge mansion of his." Toph for some reason just popped out of nowhere and decided to add her two cents "It's huge enough to hide anyone without being found. It would've been easy for him to keep her there" she said, adding fuel to Sokka's overthinking overprotectiveness.
"Exactly!" he exclaimed, "Toph, lets go to the Fire Nation now!"
"Toph no! Don't feed into his delussions." Katara exclaimed back, "What are you even doing here?"
"I was hungry, so I decided to pop by"
Aang chuckled at the whole exchange .
Guess its just one of those typical morning of theirs. Just like back then. Ever so cheerful. Ever so jolly.
Three weeks of silence turned to a month. A month turned to two. Two months followed by another week. But nothing. No letters were received.
Finally, concern outweighed assurance, and they went to the Southern Water Tribe. The one place they knew she would stop by.
When they arrived, they saw remnants of her. The same way she left hers at their places.
They saw her trinkets. Her little figurine's that the kids are playing. Saw multiple paintings on Gran-Gran's house. Some of them seems to be newer than the ones left at their houses.
She must've stopped over. They were relieved, cause maybe. Just maybe, they could find her here.
But there was no shadow nor a strand of her hair.
There was, however, a ghost of her intigrated in the tribesmen's daily life.
Finally, on one lunch time, Sokka was so feed up that he finally piped up and asked:
"Gran-Gran, hypothetically, if you leave remnants of yourself in someone else's house, how long do you think you will be gone?"
The elder looked at him then scooped up some soup and put it in her own bowl.
"How long? That wouldn't even be my question"
Katara blinked, confused and alarmed.
"⌠Yes?"
A pause. Then:
"I'd ask: Is she ever coming back?" and suddenly you could hear a pin drop as silence engulfed the dinning table.
It was Katara who broke the silence by asking hurriedly:
"What do you mean, Gran-Gran? She's just taking a vacation, right?" she asked for assurance. "That's what she said."
The elder looked at them pointedly and said "I know a runaway when I see one"
"No"
Aang had gone very still.
"Trust me, I know. I was one" she then looked at him, confused "You ran away once as well, were there no signs?" she paused "I'm sure there was. I saw some when she was here. They were so evident, that you would be blind not to see them."
And that cuts the deepest. Because they didnt see.
Because apparently she was just fussy and looking after them like she would usually do.
Sokka laughed sharply. Like he had just heard some bad joke across the pub. "That's not funny Gran-Gran"
He started hitting the side of his head where his ears were "Some snow must've melted in my ears when I played with the kids earlier"
"No," the elder said softly. "It isn't."
Aang said nothing.
Because there it was. The thing he feared and believed wouldn't happen.
She's really gone.
Not for time. Not for distance,
Gone.
And she hadn't told them. Not because she forgot Because she choose not to. That was the wound. Not absence.
Intention
Toph found them found them afterward. She was conveniently asleep during the entire lunch, which was unusual for her.
They were sitting outside, looking like grief had physically punched exhaustion in their system.
She walked towards them, took one look, and said:
"SoooâŚYou found out huh" she said it so brazenly as she brushed the gunked she got off her ear.
Sokka gawked and pointed an accusing finger at her "You knew and didn't bother to tell us?"
Toph shrugged. "Obviously"
Katara looked stricken, what could've had happened that made her younger sister trust Toph more than her?
"And you said nothing?"
"Its not like she told me" she shrugged again, plopping down the snow covered earth "She said nothing, and I respected her little game."
Aang finally spoke and said "You knew she was leaving?"
Toph snorted, "I didn't knew. I witnessed it myself" she paused as she thought of something "If it helps, Zuko figured it out before I did. I think"
"After all, she's been on the look out for years"
Years. Years.
That word hit like a bruise.
Sokka's voice tightened, "What are you talking about?"
"Those two are kindred spirits. Always wishing to run away from something. I just couldn't figure out what she was running away from" she said looking at them or in Aang's perspective, at him "Maybe she felt suffocated by something, but what could she even be suffocated by when there's no longer any war to fight?"
Toph said it like it like she was discussing weather.
"Zuko and Iroh gave her a gateway. Appa and the flying bison. To be fair, I think they thought it would ground her, made her less flighty. You know, an anchor" she trailed off as if looking back on a memory so precious that if she kept looking it would lose its charm
"When everyone was discussing it, she was giddy. Like a child waiting for her candy. Everyone witnessed that. Those two thought so as well. She was practically glowing when her ridiculous idea was approved" she chuckled at the memory and rubbed the tip of her nose with her pointed finger.
"Then her paintings and sculptures kept popping up on the market, the auction. She started teaching . That was the most ridiculous thing she had ever done. I was mildly surprised that none of you clocked that" she scoffed and smirked at them.
Then Toph pointed vaguely towards Aang
"I think repopulating Appa was her final gift to you so that she dont have to feel guilty about leaving you with your extinction issues. Being one of the last Air Bender and all that."
Aang looked like someone had struck him.
But Toph kept talking as if she's been holding this in for far too long.
"Personally, I just think she wanted a cuddle buddy. She can be selfish that way" she chuckled, "The students? Teaching? Selling art? Dude, those weren't a cute hobby of hers. That was funding. She was building her runway before she flew away"
Silence engulf them as her words finally sunk to their system.
Sokka was the first one to break
"How are we so blind?" he said as he finally recall their last moments together "It was fucking obvious" his hands scratched his head, messsing with the perfectly tied hair of his.
"The kid, if given a permission to do so, would just sleep or float all day. Her dream was to be a slob or be eternally dependent on to her dependable siblings. She doesn't even wanna work!" he said exasperratedly. "Why didn't I think it was suspicious when she was always busy?"
"That's the entire reason why she trained so hard with Air Bending. She told me that she wanted to command the air to do her bidding" he said in defeat.
Toph looked at him flatly confused, not sure if he's insulting or praising his sister, but ok. Whatever makes his guilt softer�
"Zuko and I did wonder how blind you all were to be honest. It was so obvious that it could slap you in your faces"
Katara sat down like standing had become impossible.
And Aangâ
"Why didn't any of you told us?" he asked sharply.
"Because she didn't have to tell us anything. We asked, she never answered. She allude to thee. What can we even tell you? Our speculations?"
"What we couldn't understand is how were the three of you so blind?" she left them with that question to ruminate from or to hollow in.
Indeed.
How can they be more blind than Toph when they have perfectly working eyes?
We're they so lost in their happiness that they didnt even notice her crumbling?
Why? What was she even running away from?
Amidst all the questions, Aang understood something terrible.
She didnt leave suddenly. She had been leaving them for years. Quietly removing her presence.
Patiently and surgically limiting their interactions. Right in front of all of them,
And because she smiledâ because she stayedâ because she made things easyâ
they had mistaked her endurance for permanence her compliance for contentment.
He thought of every dawn she trained alone. Every joke that had been a goodbye. Everytime she said she was fine.
And the night she told him she was done giving,
She had meant all of it. She had not been waiting for him to come after her. She had already choosen herself. Long before she walked away.
She came back for a funeral. Of course it would be something like that.
Not for him. Not for closure. Not for nostalgia.
For death.
For Gran-Gran. For the woman who understood her soul more than anyone. For the woman who raised her. For the woman who didn't ask questions but comforted her silently. For the woman who took her in when she didn't have to. For her mother, Kanna.
Years had passed.
Enough for Appa's children to have children of their own. Enough for the world to stop waiting for her return and start speaking of her like weatherâ something that existed, occassionally touching your life before moving on again.
Enough for Aang to become less of a boy and more of a history. Enough for regret to stop being sharp and settle into something permanent.
She stepped off the boat at dawn looking older, yes, but not softer.
Sharper.
Like she had been carved down to only the necessarry parts.
She wore travel like it belonged to her.
Like home had become a direction instead of a place.
Katara saw her firts.
Across snow. Across years. Across silence.
For one terrible second, neither of them moved.
Then Katara crossed the distance and hugged her so hard it was almost violent.
She laughed. Real laughter. Startled somewhere deep.
"Well," she amusely said into Katara's shoulder, "I see subtlety is still dead, huh" Katara started crying.
"I hated you."
"I know."
"I'm still considering it."
"That feels healthy."
Sokka cried too, loudly and with immediate denial when it was so obvious on his puffy eyes.
Toph only crossed her arms and said:
"Took you long enough."
Her answer came immediately.
"You're still unpleasantly comforting."
And thenâ
there was Aang.
He found her last, near the shore at sunset.
Of course.
She stood at the edge of the water with her shoes abandoned somehwere behind her, coat open to the wind, looking like she had never belonged anywhere except places she were about to leave.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Finally, he said quietly:
"You came back"
"That's old news already. I've been here for couple of hours now."
She smiled faintly.
"I'm here for maman."
"Maman?"
"Gran-Gran. Kanna. Whatever people call her. She had always been Maman for as long as I can remember"
She gave him a stinky yet playful side eye. As playful as time could get "Don't make anything out of it, Avatar"
He laughed. Soft. Tired.
"Too late. I already had a whole scenario in my head"
She chuckled. Then silence.
"Are you staying?"
She turned then. And there it wasâ
affection.
Real. Warm. Gentle.
But no hunger. No waiting. Nor ache.
The kind that no longer asks to be chosen. The kind that no longer care.
"No" she said.
And strangelyâ it did not hurt. Not for her.
Mayber for him. But not for her.
Because it was not rejection. Just the truth.
She had left once to save herself. She would not unlearn that lesson for sentiments.
He nodded.
Like he had expected it. Like he had spent years teaching himself how to survive answers he did not want.
Then, because maybe honesty only arrives after it can no longer ruin youâ-
he said it. Quietly.
Like holding a fragile china Like a confession wrapped in grief.
"I love you"
She didnt move.
Did not gasp.
Just stood there, watching him with the calm of someone looking at the tornado she had predicted years ago.
Aang swallowed.
The words came easier once they existed.
"I think I have for a long time. Maybe not the way you deserved then. Maybe not in a way I understood when it would have mattered. But I do."
His voice shook.
"I loved you in all the places I thought didn't count. In trust. In dependence. In certainty. In reaching for you first and not understanding what that meant until you were gone"
She said nothing.
So he kept going.
"I thought love was supposed to feel like lightning. Immediate. Obvious. Like what I felt for Katara when we were younger. I thought if it wasn't that, it wasn't real
A bitter laugh escaped him.
"I was a teen and stupid."
"Yes, you were," she smiled softly "We all were."
"But losing youâ watching you leave and realizing you had been walking away for years and never saw it because I thought you would always be thereâŚ"
He looked at her fully.
No Avatar. No duty. Just him. Just Aang.
"I loved you in your absence. I think I will for the rest of my life."
There it was.
The line that once would have ruined her.
Would have made her stay. Hope. Shrink.
Nowâ
she only felt tired tenderness.
For him. For herself. For the younger versions of them who had loved badly, strongly, and too late.
She stepped closer. Touched his arms.
Once. A pity.
And smiled. Sad. Soft. Final.
"I know."
His breath stuttered.
Because somehow, that hurt more than anger. Because somehow, that hurt more than her absence.
She continued gently, "You loved me too late."
"âŚYeah"
"And I loved you too early."
The truth sat between them like something sacred yet contagous.
"There was a time I would have given up everything to hear you say that"she said
A pause. A lifetime inside it.
"But that girl⌠she doesn't exist anymore"
He nodded. Because what else was there to do? Beg?
She had spent years learning how to belong to herself. She would not abandon herself again.
"I dont love you that way now," she said.
Not cruel. Just clean.
"I care for you. I always will. Like how family care for each other. But I am no longer waiting for you to choose me. I dont even want you to do that. I stopped building my life around that a long time ago."
Tears threatend to leave his eyes. And he let them. For the first time in a long while. He cried.
And she smiled.
"You thought me something important, Aang"
His voice was barely there.
"What?"
"That love is not always a place you should stay."
Silence. Then, almost lightly:
"And for the record, confessing to me while married is incredibly selfish of you"
He laughed.
Wet. Broken. And human.
"I know"
"Very terrible timing and choice"
"My specialty"
"That and emotional desparation"
"That too"
She squezzed his arms once before letting go. A goodbye. Not a maybe. Just kindness.
"I'm glad you loved me," she said.
His face broke quietly. She smiled.
"But I'm more glad that I learned to survive when you didn't."
And that, more than anythingâ was the truth.
Katara knew.
Not the word at first, but the shape of it. Because love changes the way people grieve.
And Aang grieved her absence like someone mourning a future he had only realized he wanted after it was already gone.
Years later, one quiet night, with the children asleep in their room, and the house too honest in its silence, she sat beside him and asked:
"Did you love her?"
Aang went still. Then, honesty gave courage to his coward mouth:
"Yes"
Katara nodded once.
"For how long?"
A sad laugh.
"I'm not sure if it stopped"
There it was. Truth opening an old wound she thought had healed. Or maybe a knife giving her a new one? There was no betrayal.
Just truth.
She thought, absurdly, 'I won⌠Didn't I?' She got the life. The marriage. The children.
She was chosen.
So why did it feel like she just lost a fight she didn't even stand a chance on?
Because sometimes first love is sunlight. And greatest love is air. Forever present, not seen, but is felt greatly.
And Katara was perceptive enought to know the difference.
Did she hate her?
Sometimes. In the quitest corners of herself. Because she understand exactly why Aang loved her.
She was freedom. She was movement. She was the air he once breathe.
And there is something cruel about being the one someone stayed with while they spend the rest of their life haunted by the one who didn't.
Did she hate Aang?
No. Sometimes she wants to. Mostly when she's tired.
Because love is complicated and marriage is often just choosing which truths you can live beside.
One night, much later, she asked him:
"If she had stayed⌠would you have choosen differently?"
Aang closed his eyes long enough that she almost told him not to answer.
Then he whispered
"YeâMaybe"
Katara cried silently, because hearing it aloud turned suspicion into history.
He reached for her. She let him.
Because despite everything, she loved him.
And because love is sometimes not forgiveness, but the quiet decision to remain.
After a long time, she said into the dark:
"I think I will always be a little angry with both of you."
And Aang, voice breaking softly said "I know"
She laughed through the tears. Sharp and tired.
"Good. I'd hate for this to be graceful"
And somehow, that was the marriage.
Not perfect. Not tragic.
Just raw. Just humane.
She left again.
No dramatic farewell. Just one morning. A bag. And the wind.
Toph, half-asleep from her doorway, muttering:
"If you die somehwere stupid, I'm haunting you."
She grinned
"If I die somehwere impressive, you have to brag about me."
"Deal"
And Aang, he stood farther away.
Not asking. Not stopping.
Finally understanding that love is sometimes the decision not to reach out.
She looked at him once.
Warmly. Kindly. Gratefully.
Like someone honoring a grave and not a future.
Then she turned to walk towards the horizon.
He loved her still. He would love her when his hair silvered.
When his children laughed. When history turned him into a statue and memory into myth.
He would love her in quiet places.
In the wind. In regret. In gratitude. He would love her forever.
And sheâ she would keep walking.
Not lonely. Never lost.
Just free.
Some people are homes. Some people are storms
He had spent trying to make her into the first. Only to realizeâ far too lateâ
She had always been the second.
And storms, even when loved, Were never meant to stay.
The first thing she felt was heat.
Not warmthâ heat. Suffocating, feverish, the kind that made her bones feel too heavy for her own body. It pressed against her skin, crawled down her throat, sat in her chest like something alive.
And voices. Too many voices.
Far away at first, like she was underwater.
"âshe's burning upâ"
"Amihanâhey, hey, baby, look at meâ"
"Katara, is she supposed to be shaking like that?!"
"No, Sokka, obviously not!"
"I'm just asking!"
The world tilted.
Something wet touched her forehead.
A hand.
Katara?
Amihan wanted to say she was fine. It sat on her mind, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a broken soundâ small and humiliating and far too close to a sob. "Ma⌠Maman?"
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a/n: I hope you had a blast reading this chapter! my hands cramped up when i typed them! some inaccuracies were deliberate (except for wrong spellings and grammar) and pls give me artist and song reco. listening to laufey is not good for my single ass. next chapter will be next week! hopefully. pls like, comment, reblog, and follow!
