Labyrinth
by mistsplash
She's stuck in a complex maze of twists and turns, dead ends and broken promises, lies and betrayal—and there's no way out.
Sometimes, if she's really in a masochistic mood, she'll convince herself that everything's okay. She'll convince herself that her brother is still there, that her father isn't some psychotic tyrant, and most importantly, she'll convince herself that she's the good guy. She'll manage to convince herself, if only for a moment, that everything is right in the world and that she's working for the greater good.
As soon as she steps out of her room, these beliefs vanish, and she's back in the real world, surrounded by decisions she really doesn't want to make and the suffering of everyone around her. She can't do anything to stop it; more so, she won't do anything to stop it, because she's selfish like that, and she doesn't want to delve deeper into this hell than she already is.
For as soon as Azula steps back into reality, she's back in the middle of the labyrinth, and there's no point in trying to escape.
Author's Notes:
Another shorty-short drabble. This isn't my best, but it sure as hell isn't my worst, so yeah.