I stare down at the raging sea below me, scattered across with jagged rocks and cliffs being swallowed up by the darkness of an oncoming night. The wind blows angrily all around me, causing my long, chocolate brown hair to whip about my face. The wild, salty aroma only one on the brink of the world can smell wafts up my nose, making my deep blue eyes sting with tears. My life also has come to its boundary, separating reality from fantasy, and I am about to fall into my fantasy, where loved ones do not leave you for eternal sleep in a time of desperation, and where the world runs after you, not the other way around. Once again, I gaze downward; the water beckons me into its depths with the promise of everlasting bliss. I feel my body begin to tingle and lose all feeling, finally catching up with my mind. The inner core of my being becomes detached from the world. I feel a rush of welcome relief. No longer do I yearn for the boy with the blue arrows who saved me from an unwelcome fate, now bereft of life. No longer do I long for the comfort of a brother and father who left me when I most needed them, and a mother who died to protect me. I breathe in deeply, one last time; filling my lungs with the oxygen they lust for, and take one, two cautious steps to the edge of my life. I close my eyes, and I jump. I am about to enter my fantasy when I hear a familiar, deep voice calling to me, "Katara no!" then all goes black.