Heartstrings.
Sometimes he believes that they were torn out of his body, left to dry in the never waning sun.
He would never admit this though, never admit that there was a palpable reason for his flat emotions, for his lack of social contact.
That was just who he was, right? It was natural for him to feel as though he was being strung up on a wall and beaten as he saw her hand intertwined with his.
With that little airbender brat.
Airbender brat. That wasn't jealousy, making him think of Aang that way. No, he always came off like this, like he held lower regard for those other than him. It was just his personality.
Just part of his personality. That on the wedding day, he wanted to tear down the orange and blue flowers adorning the pagoda where they would exchange their vows.
Vows. How many had he broken? His vow to Mai, to stay by her side and love her with his all. That had ended quickly.
Quickly. Yes, it was astounding how fast that their relationship grew, blossoming into something that Zuko could never understand.
Understand. That word has no meaning now. His world is spinning in every direction, like some kind of messed up song.
Song. The song of his heart has gone silent, with no strings to play it on.
Strings. She severed them, made him feel like his world was upside down. Like he was being tilted in the wrong way.
Tilted. Her face is so beautiful in that position, when she is thinking, musing. The way the sun lights her eyes.
Eyes. Zuko can't see out of one of them, and he wishes the same fate would soon befall on the other one. So he wouldn't have to see.
See. See their lips pressed together, arms and legs tangled in a messy heap. So he wouldn't have to gain any more scars.
Scars. No, they're still open wounds, rotting and oozing and bared to the elements.
Element. Who knew that something so small could drive them apart.
Drive. He doesn't have it anymore, and doesn't want it. It's so much easier to just watch the days go by.
Watch. He'd rather curl up on his bed, eyes squeezed shut.
Shut. Shut off from the world he'd rather not know.
Know. He didn't know any of them anymore, not even her.
Her. He loved her so much, suffered so much for her.
Suffered. Thats weak. He wasn't even doing anything.
Anything. He would do anything for her if she asked.
But she's never going to ask.
She's never going to see him.
She will never play the melody of his heart, she will only ignore the strings as they wind out of tune.
Tune. He will never be in tune with life.
Life. He will never truly experience it again.
(AN) Hm. I wrote this in a different style than how I usually write. Do you like it? I hope so. Let me know in a review!
Oh yeah, and if you didn't notice, I'm not talking about his literal heartstrings. For example, if his real heartstrings were torn out and left to dry in the sun, he would be dead. And so would a lot of Zuko fangirls ^^