They were fire and water, opposites, it would never work. Fire was passion, warmth, danger; it was fueled by the emotion of the bender. Water was cool, welcoming, but could be protective and fierce. And even though blue and red were two brilliant colors, not many people liked to wear them together. It stood out when they did, and the world rejects things that are different. It would just be too hard to fight the world off. It was an awfully big world.
But gold eyes met blue and the world seemed to diminish. They both knew that every great moment comes to an end eventually. But this was the beginning as there lips drew together in a brilliant kiss.
But eventually came sooner then they wanted and two cultures drew them apart. He embraced her one last time before she disappeared in the rising sun. She came and went as fast as lighting. And he turned his back, for the sun is blinding like love.
"Where have you been, Sokka?" Katara asked when he walked back to camp.
"I was just watching the sunrise."