Watching
Yue, high in the sky, saw everything.
She watched her father mourn over her, longing to touch his shoulder. She watched the Fire Lord sometimes, sitting alone in his grand chamber, and wondered if she'd ever seen a sadder sight. She watched babies cry, rain fall, and fish getting caught – ordinary things were the most interesting. Most of all, Yue followed Sokka and his friends, almost halfway across the world to Ba Sing Se; she looked on as they grew up.
She watched Sokka in particular, with a mixture of the mild curiosity that attracts any great spirit-being to the mortals, and heart-eating jealousy. She prayed every second for his safety, although she had nobody to pray to. She hoped he would be happy, too – she watched him kiss Suki and realized she couldn't have made a better match even if she'd tried. It was wonderful, and she was happy for him.
But still, Yue had loved him, and it hurt.
She was jealous, and not just of the warrior-girl who had taken her place. Mortal people, for all their narrow-sightedness and their stupidity, were far better off than her. Up here in the lonely sky, she couldn't taste the salt of the sea on the insides of her lips. She couldn't run a finger along a block of ice and feel it soften under the warmth. She would never again be held, never again be encased in pure love. She couldn't be protected by anyone, because she herself was the protector.
And, for all her sight, she still couldn't see herself any clearer.
Sometimes she felt as though she really were a great spirit, beautiful and powerful – other times, she felt strange, like she was still a teenager. Still a girl standing on the bridge between childhood and adulthood – Yue longed to see her father one more time, to tell him she loved him, but given the choice, she would see Sokka and tell him the same.
She would never talk to anyone, ever again. She didn't need to speak, but she wanted to.
There is nothing more frightening – not weapons, not Fire Lords, not even death itself – than being lonely. Yue was totally, completely alone. She knew, now, what she was going to be doing forever – she was going to be watching others make life, and never living herself.
A/N: Poor Yue. I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender, any settings or characters, though I am planning a heist, and have employed Optimus Prime to help me :)
This isn't very good. I wanted to post my Zutara oneshot, but it's on my laptop, which doesn't have internet access. Plus, I haven't edited it yet… but it'll probably be up within the week. Then, I'll do a Kataang, to even things out and then…
I have no idea. If you're reading this and have any ideas, I may write them, because my imagination is FAILING atm.
Thanks for reading:))