It is a game, she decides. Somewhere beyond the sun's reach, a sadistic grin is forming on Fate's cruel mouth as she watches her little playthings, ruining their own lives for her own amusement. Somehow, the face somewhat resembles Azula, and the game is just like one of her own.
She recites this, in her mind, as she remembers entering her room with brightened eyes when her gaze falls upon their portrait, and which dim slightly with masked confusion on sight of the scroll lain on her bed. Precise fingers unfold it to reveal a short, hastily written message.
It should take something more to explain the constricted feeling in her chest, but she finds a scream clogged in her throat, and realized that this is what it's like to have your heart broken. It's strange, the sudden burn of stinging tears that somehow have trouble falling; she's never had a reason to cry before.
She's choking on wordless sobs, but that doesn't hinder her sharpened senses from the footfalls nearing her door, and the Princess of the Fire Nation finds her clutching a blade in a trembling hand, before letting that and the sheet of paper flutter to the ground.
A Mai-centric drabble hiding in my drafts. Please review.