DISCLAIMER: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Author's note: This will be sort of a compilation of pieces all directly related in the perspectives of several characters and both third and first person. I'll explain why in a later chapter.

Chapter 1

Toph's mental journal

I once cared.

To me, he was the most amazing person in the entire world. But that was before I knew about his true nature; before he broke my heart.

I was once strong. Mighty. Almost godlike, even, with my disregard for all things most people seem to care about. I wasn't like them. My blindness seemed to give me a place in the world; it made me who I am. But what does that matter. The first moment I felt Sokka of the water tribe I was doomed. His charm and beauty drew me to him. I thought I was in love. But it was the sort of love that doesn't exist; the kind that all girls feel for handsome men.

I was dead wrong when I thought I loved him. Sokka, of all people in the world! Sokka, the one who awed me from the beginning. Sokka, the one who brought down my untarnished heart. Sokka, the one who tore my will from me. Sokka, the one who could never feel the way I did.

I didn't think I would end up like this. I thought I was my own person. But when it came right down to it I was no different from every other girl. What a fool I was to make the mistake of liking him.

A man like Sokka cannot love. He has charm. Looks. Strength. What else could he want? The girls fall all over him. He has an endless supply of admirers. One broken heart means nothing to him. There are plenty of imperceptive girls to satisfy his lust. Yue. Suki. Myself. Who else would fall victim to his evil habits?

Sokka.

His name brings certain words to my mind.

Arrogant. Loud. Rude. Inconsiderate. Self-centered. Suspicious. Uncaring. Immature.

Amazing.

Awe-inspiring.

Wonderful.

I was drawn to him. I was broken by him. I was cast out, alone, in the vast world because of him. Or so I thought.

As much I want to believe otherwise, it was not completely his fault. It was I who was drawn into his lifeless charms. It was my fault my heart was broken. It was by my folly I was alone.

But the worst mistake I made was convincing myself what I felt was love. I could not be more deluded.

I had never known what love was. I had never begun to dream there was something beyond what I felt.

I followed him. I hung around the man just to get a glimpse of his muscular form, even though I couldn't see. I spent hours trying to get him to even glance in my direction. And the time I spent watching him train! The way he sliced through the air with his sword enthralled me. It was absolutely beautiful watching his graceful, yet powerful, movements. This was how I let a year of my life go to waste.

By the time I realized the mistake I was making it was too late. I had been attached far longer than the average teenage girl. Curse my firm, unrelenting nature. It refused to believe I was experiencing anything but love.

Now because of my errors I am alone, with no one to hold.

No one to love.

No one who cares.

I, Toph Bei Fong, had a heart of stone. A heart sliced through with a blade of the blackest steel, forged from the rock of the heavens above.

Nothing can change that.