A.N: I know it's kind of sad and sappy, but think about it... I really think these are the thoughts that go through the poor boy's head. sniffs He just needs me there to comfort him. sniffs again
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. I don't own Zuko either. I really, REALLY wish I did though. Oh the fun I would have... laughs maniacally
Zuko sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. His sleep had been shattered again by a recurring nightmare. He had had it before, but it seemed to be coming back more and more lately.
It was about his mother, mainly reliving the day she left. He missed her to the point it would hurt. He thought maybe this dream was a way to tell him he was about to see her again.
Hope flickered somewhere deep in his heart; a flame long since been forgotten. The feelings of hope had seemed to abandon him long ago. He was glad they were slowly starting to return.
Zuko walked over to his mirror and studied his face. He pulled a piece of hair over his left side, trying to remember what he looked like without the scar. Like my father, he thought, and quickly tossed back the hair. His "father" was most definitely someone he didn't have any desire to resemble.
Thinking back, he could remember when people, nobles mostly, people around the palace, would comment on how much he looked like his dad. How proud he was then, to have the strong, brave look of his Fire Lord. Pride was replaced with shame.
His mother, yes, his mother is who he really wanted to look like. His mother was the true face of bravery. He wondered how he would ever thank her mother for what she did. He wondered if he could ever face his mother at all after what he'd done.
Zuko sighed, getting up from his place in front of the mirror. His face was something he couldn't stand to look at for long. It made him think about himself, one of his least favorite topics.
He understood completely why Katara would hate him so much. He hated himself. He wondered if that was something he would ever be able to stop doing. His uncle told him once that it was never good to hate yourself. He wasn't sure if it was a possibility for him. There was so much to dislike.
Zuko figured once he'd become Fire Lord and restored balance to the world, his feelings of self-hatred would go away some. But until then, he would just have to put it to the back of his mind. Now was not the time to start pitying himself.
