Amohno fic
Tahno hurt.
Almost in a not physical sort of way.
It felt weird to move, and he knew if he opened his eyes, nothing would stop the tears from gushing forward. He lay prone on his bed, focusing merely on breathing evenly and not getting sick.
He knew he would be sick if he moved.
It had been just a few hours, over half a day, and he had dealt with the police, he had dealt with his teammates, he had dealt with the fucking Uhvatar.
He had even almost come to terms with his loss of bending. It’s almost funny how quickly people can process their thoughts and emotions when grieving, and yet come to no conclusion that would make them feel better. Tahno knew his bending was gone. He knew. He understood. He still refused to believe it. He went to every healer in Republic City; every old woman with her medicinal herbs and remedies, every certified doctor with their degrees from the universities in Ba Sing Se, and, as much as it hurt him, all the waterbending healers that could bare to look at him.
Tahno curled tighter into his ball of self and let out a few shaky breathes. He had enough money to live comfortably without probending for a while, though he might need to move into a smaller apartment, but he had no idea how he would survive without his bending.
It was his life.
It was who he was.
Was.
He buried his face in his knees and just let himself sob, shuttering, all alone.
Alone.
His family was in the swamp, a place he would never return, and he didn’t have any “friends”—only fangirls and acquaintances he had only because of his bending
He had nothing.
He rolled over and stumbled out of his bed, staggering to the open window and puked out of the second story window into the alleyway below.
Alone and disgusting was what he was.
He couldn’t even get his hair the right way anymore.
Tahno slid down the wall, too tired to move away from the window
