It's been 3 years. Three long, lonely years. Three years since she's seen the one she couldn't be more jealous of turned friend. Three years since she's seen her green-eyed, puppy-dog-faced best crony.

Three years since she's seen him.

She's tried to forget them, erase them from her memory. They're better off without her. They aren't at risk. She has a duty here, in her homeland, as the Avatar. Amon is gone. She has to be here.

But she misses them. She misses them so, so much. She longs for Asami's attitude, yearns for Bolin's smile, aches for his touch.

But now it's gone.

She's tried to communicate, to write, but it just plain hurts too much. Hurts too much to hear about how Ikki has gotten quiet since she's left, how Asami has stopped bothering to doll herself up everyday, how everything is messy and not okay in the place she's grown to call home.

What pains the most, though, is hearing about him.

She bets he and Asami have gotten together. An easy gamble.

But one day, while riding Naga for a good six hours, she realizes that she can't deal with the numbing agony that leaving the city has left her with. It's dulled her into an emotionless nub. She realizes that she wants to go home; her real home.

And so here she is, ducking behind a bush as she hears him approach. It takes a moment to gather the courage to stand, but she does.

"Hey, City Boy," She grins, voice faltering at the end.


It will all be all right, I'll be home tonight, I'm coming back home


A/N: whoa. No idea where that came from. Hope you enjoy.