Oh my freaking gosh. I am so proud of this. R&R! :)
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Aang lay on his side, watching the burning coals slowly penetrate into what will soon be ashes. The coals were bright and alive, flickering with such determination that he himself even felt small, just lying there, trying to get the slightest hint of sleep.
He studied the smoldering, burnt wood. What was fire? To him, when the thought came to his mind, it was destruction, pain, greed and loathing. All he could picture in his head was the cry of her voice, how her tears slithered down her face, and how she held her injured hands closely to her chest. It made him begin to boil up inside, despising himself for doing such a wretched thing. To her. The girl he loved.
The hatred of his actions built up in his heart, wrenching and simmering at his insides, twisting and pounding in his stomach until he would nearly break down in tears.
Like fire.
He glanced over at her sleeping face. It was so peaceful. Her chocolate curls shimmered in waves across her pillow, and her bronze skin glowed. Her angelic smile made his heart flutter, her heart-shaped lips forming so perfectly against her beautiful features.
How could he do something so horrible to something so… so perfect?
He averted his eyes back to the coals. They were dying down, getting calmer and less stubborn.
Then something clicked.
Love.
What was it? It was so many different things. It was water, peaceful and beautiful, making him feel braver. It was earth, strong and stable, ready to catch him if he fell. It was air, letting you feel as if you could fly, able to glide higher than the heavens themselves.
But it was something else.
It was jealousy. Doubt. Worry. And it was dangerous. Love was the one thing that could come in between him and saving the world. It spread so quickly through him, destroying everything that could keep him up, keep him moving, and replacing it with its own flickering motivation. It was so strong-willed, and it made him carry more burden than he could hold, but making him feel as if he could float on air. He was walking a fine line. He knew that. If he didn't love, it would be so much easier.
But that was the problem. He did love. He loved with every fiber of his being, every inch of his soul, and with all of his heart. It was taking over him. So quickly he was lovesick before he knew it. Encasing all of his emotions, feelings, actions. It burned him from the inside, and it was weakening him, but at the same time, it was making him stronger.
Love… was fire.
What is fire?
Dangerous. Wild. Unpredictable. Rabid. Harsh. Unmerciful. Careless…
But it was warmth. Life. Beauty. Strength. Truth.
Love.
That, Aang decided, is fire.
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