190 word of pure depression. Ohoh. I wrote a depressing story... EEK! It may be short but it's meaningful. If you look between the lines.
I do not own Avatar...daang.
It Was Air
When Aang died, Katara could no longer feel the air. It would no longer pass through her fingers. She would no longer feel it blow through her hair. She would no longer feel the warmth around her, or hear it in whisling in a thunderstorm. She would never feel it pushing and pulling her like the tides. She would no longer feel the soft cold grass swaying beneath her feet because when Aang died Katara lost her air. She would no longer feel the joy of flying. Her dream of touching the stars was shattered because when Aang died Katara lost her air. She could not breathe anymore because every pain-filled breath reminded her of air; reminded her that she no longer had air because when Aang died Katara lost her air. Sokka had his air. So did Zuko. Even Toph had found her air. But when Aang died Katara lost her air and maybe it was suffocation that killed her.
Depressing I think so! So i will have to write a happy story now! Stay in tune for a new oneshot for 'Kids of the Future'.