AN: It's been a long time since I've uploaded anything. I write constantly, I just hardly ever finish anything. Then Avatar came along, best animated series to come from America in years. I'm also a bit of a Theater freak, so, this story is a mash-up of sorts, slightly drabble-y. It's Avatar characters combined with The Last Five Years. LFY follows a couple's story, but it criss-crosses. The female, Kathy, starts from the end of their time together while Jamie starts from their beginning. Exchange the story and characters with a Zutara, and you've got the idea. Obligatory "I own nothing" inserted here.

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White, everything is so white, almost too white, as though I had ever thought that would be the case when I was a child. Now, as I stand on a balcony of an upper tier of the palace, all I see is white, and my arms wrap around myself to ward off a chill I suddenly feel. Even the sky is white. It's as though I'm as alone in real life as I feel inside, left to die in the desolation of the Southern Water Tribe.

Never to dance in fields of bright red flame pansies.

Never to twirl in a red silk gown adorned with gold jewelry.

Never to see colorful explosions light the sky brilliantly.

Never to see golden eyes peering into my own.

It's been two months since he decided it was best I leave, two months, but it seems like years already as tears trail down my skin. I'm so tired of crying about it; this is what I wanted, too, right? I mean, if I wanted anything else, I would have fought for it, right?

As it invariably happens, I begin to think about him; does he feel the same pains in his heart?

Does he miss the color blue like I miss red?

Does he see the seal fur jacket I got him and all he can see is me?

Does he even care, or has he already moved on like he said?

I'm sure she'll make the people happier, I'm sure she'll be a better Fire Lady then I could have been. After all, he was right; "Be serious, Katara. How can a Waterbending peasant be a Fire Lady, anyway?" The words in my head singe me the same as the day he spat them. I'm not a peasant, what does he know, anyway? I hate him for everything he cursed me with, and I hate him for all of the things he never did, or wouldn't do, but still, my chest is tight and the tears are falling. I miss him.

How could he have been so certain we would fail, or we would let the people down? They'd already gotten used to my presence, and his servants already referred to me as Lady Katara. How I had despised that title. Agni, even my own family had already resigned to the idea that we were in love.

Maybe we weren't. Maybe it was adolescence all along. Maybe it was hormones and the fact that we were forced into each other's arms, drawn to one another by lack of any other option. Maybe all of those years of secrecy only drove us mad and blind because it was thrilling and dangerous. Maybe there's still a chance we're better off without the other like he says.

But the tears still keep falling.