"Hey there, sweet sugar cakes. How you liking this party?" This popped into my head the first time I visited her. That was when I realized I love her, but I made a decision and that decision cost me our love. We all made our decisions that day. Never mind the past, I thought. After her breakdown, Azula was taken to a water-bending healer institute. Mental pain takes more healing than the physical kind, I learned this with chi-blocking. I waited for a while with dark thoughts sneaking into my mind. My aura was almost as dingy as Mai's! A wrinkly waterbender came out to the waiting room. "You're Ty Lee, right? Azula never quits talking about you! She's always saying you'll come and save her. Oh, she's my favorite patient, quite difficult to heal! I know she's been doing well these past three years, but be careful and keep the touching to a minimum; you might get burnt!" She spoke quickly, but it gave me a chance to think. What am I going to say? We finally came to Azula's room. The healer pushed the eggshell door and a burnt aroma found its way up my nose. Azula sat on her bed, looking even more beautiful than she did when we were fourteen. Her glossy, ebony hair grazed her strong figure. I noticed burn marks on her arm, but they made me realize how strong she is now. Her blinding, white smile light up the room and made me smile too. A small bang let me know the healer had left. "I've waited a long time for you, Ty Lee." Azula's voice was still powerful, but there was something else in it: love. "I didn't want to interior your healing" I said softly. Azula looked deep into my eyes, "I never got the chance to tell you how I feel about you." My eyes widened as she leaned in. Her breath tingled my lips. Our lips pressed together, releasing all of the feelings we held in for to many years. A sharp sting caressed my arm as Azula held me. At first, I brushed it off, but it became to unbearable and I screamed out. Immediately afterward, I grabbed my mouth. Azula looked at what she had done, then broke, again. Fire spewed out of her hands while tears spewed out of her eyes. I screamed, not because of the burns, but because my true love was in so much pain. A group of healers jumped into the room, tranquilizing Azula and pulling me out. I kept screaming her name and salt water flooded my face, but they wouldn't let me back. My love killed herself with the flames that scarred me, and I never got to tell her about Zuko's wedding or the new Kyoshi Warriors or anything. My love made herself pay for causing me physical pain, but the mental pain of her being gone is an eternal scar.