Not Taang? OMG! It's all one-sided. I just think this is what Toph would do IF she liked Aang like that but Aang didn't know/didn't feels the same.
Disclaimer: Can I at least have Toph…? No…? Fine!
(A)
As a teacher, one must treat his or her student with the up most care and thoughtfulness. One must be strict, but gentle. In some sense, a teacher is like the student's second mother or father. And it is one's duty to hold his or her student's interest to heart.
He liked her, a lot, and I knew it since the beginning. It was obvious and I knew it was obvious.
He told me, expecting me to lock it up and keep it stashed away somewhere in the deep abysses of my mind.
He made me swear; thinking a bunch of words and the word, "promise" would seal the deal.
He told me everything he loved about her, and told me every experience he had with her. I was like his sister, or a therapist. Either way, he talked to me.
And to tell you the truth,
…I liked it.
A lot…
To be his diary of various secrets unknown to anyone else, to be his own confession box, to just be next to him and listen to his voice over the dead silence of night.
These were one of the precious moments I kept with me.
He told me he was going to confess.
And as a good diary I didn't say anything.
But saying and thinking are two completely different actions.
While I said, "Go ahead." My mind was screaming, "NO! NO! You'll ruin everything!"
And what was that everything?
His friendship…?
His teacher-student relationship…?
Is it really about him?
Was it really…about me…?
So I decided to stop him, and tell him everything I had felt. So I took his hand and gripped it tight telling him to stop for one moment.
He listened to me, even though I was his diary.
"Aang," I felt nervous, was it really the right thing? "Are you sure…you like Katara?"
He paused, "Yes, I really am…" he bent down to my eye level, "Why, do you think it's not a good idea to tell her?"
OF COURSE IT'S A BAD IDEA! DON'T TELL HER HOW YOU FEEL! WOULDN'T IT RUIN EVERYTHING…!?
Everything…
Everything that I had planned…
I laughed, readying my answer, ready to tell him everything. Then, as his diary, I took out the pages of stories and pages of inner thoughts he had written down on me…and as his teacher I read them over, and as his friend I realized...
So I poked his head, "What are you doing standing here?" I turned him around, "Go tell her, I'm behind you one hundred percent!"
I pushed him, away from me, away from my life, away from…per se…everything…
I heard him stumble, and stop to look at me. I don't know what he did, whether he smiled or perhaps just stare at me with disgust. I could care less at that time, "Thank you…" came his reply, as gentle as it could be.
I turn my back to him, turning my back to my own feelings, pushing them down to the abysses of my mind along with the pages of confessions he had written on me, "Go."
As the light footsteps became softer and softer until they almost disappeared, I fell onto my knees, shaking, realizing how close I was, just so close. Wringing my hands, I knew that chance would never come back. But I was happy, because I knew he would be happy.
As a good teacher I must learn to let go. So I did…
So why does it still hurt?
(A)
So random, I just knew the writers of A: TLA would go, "TOPH AANG!? IN YOUR DREAMS!" so this is a result.
Oh well, still love Taang.
Hugs Toph.
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