A/N: okay people, this was a spur of the moment idea so feel free to burn if you want.
Disclaimer: don't own Avatar…
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BECAUSE WE ARE WHO WE ARE
She lies alone, trying to think of something else.
Her thoughts ramble aimlessly about her mind, his face still appearing when she closes her eyes.
She knows she shouldn't be thinking of him… but she can't help it.
Who's to say who we are,
Or how far
We have to go…
Who's the say what we'll be
We'll have to see
What we become…
And who's to say
That a better day
Isn't coming forth to us…
We can reach that shining star
Because we are who we are…
She gets out of bed and pulls on a thin red kimono robe before wandering over to the window, looking out with tired eyes.
And still… she thinks of him so…
She wonders where he is… how he's doing… when he'll be back.
Who's to say who we are,
Or how far
We have to go…
Who's the say what we'll be
We'll have to see
What we become…
And who's to say
That a better day
Isn't coming forth to us…
We can reach that shining star
Because we are who we are…
She hears the door open and turns swiftly, ready to attack the intruder.
An intruder he is not. He is but a small three-year-old.
He walks in, his midnight black hair pulled up into a little topknot, his big blue eyes looking droopy, and a stuffed tiger-seal dragging slightly on the floor.
She walks over to him and picks him up.
"Child, why are you up this time of night?"
"Mama… want Papa t'come 'ome…" the toddler drawls.
She sighs and sits herself and the little boy down on the large bed and asks, "Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?"
He is too tired to respond and merely nods.
As soon as his head hits the pillow, the little boy falls asleep, his stuffed animal clutch tightly in his arms.
She sits next to him in the bed, looking down at him.
He is a spitting image of his father, except for his eyes. He has her eyes…
She strokes his face lovingly with the back of her hand a few times before standing and walking back to the window again.
"Please…" she murmurs softly, looking up at the moon with tears in her eyes, "Let him come home…"
Who's to say who we are,
Or how far
We have to go…
Who's the say what we'll be
We'll have to see
What we become…
And who's to say
That a better day
Isn't coming forth to us…
We can reach that shining star
Because we are who we are…
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