[A/N] Hey guysss:) This is my first every fanfiction story so yay:D! Be nice, mmk?^^ I know it's short, but I wanted it to be short and sweet. And kinda sad.

Dislaimer: There's a very small ratio of people who own Avatar: The Last Airbender.

I closed my eyes, a gesture of insurmountable difficulty. Tossing and turning, I fiddled with the blanket until it started fraying at its side. A hard lump weighed down on my throat. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

It's been a few weeks since he died. And I still haven't forgot him.

The way he'd look at me, like he I was the most beautiful thing in this world. I dreamt of us falling from the highest peak together, a rush that would block out the ground growing beneath us but somehow made us whole. The night breeze felt the same as the dreams, almost leading to my death drowned in my innermost thoughts. I felt a whisper shudder through the air, so miniscule that I almost didn't catch it.

"Why did you leave?" I asked into the night, hoping for an answer that would never come. "Why aren't you here?"

I basked in the memory, remembering his sacrifices for everyone. I chuckled darkly at the thought of ever living in that fantasy world again. The one with him.

I still couldn't help thinking of a return, somehow seeing him again. It was an obsessive idea, something that would leave me wondering for hours if I would see him, only finally to forget my sorrow. But it haunted me; the thought would return in cycles, a never-ending phase that would become rekindled every so often. It drove me crazy.

Aang.

I crawled out of bed and looked up at the full moon, paying more attention to the simple circle than the beauty of the gardens it lit beneath my gaze. I leaned across the railing of the balcony, the cool metal digging into my skin and awakening goosebumps. It was impossible to go to sleep; the power of the moon pulsed through my veins, though they were so numb that I could hardly feel it any more.

I didn't want to be awake. I wanted to sleep for the rest of my life, wrapped up into a world where nothing is wrong. Being asleep would open up a world of possibilities. I could meet him in my dreams and stare into his stormy ocean of gray eyes once more. Being awake just means another prolonged period of time where you are in constant pain, a hammering feeling that will never leave your existence until the hole in your heart is filled.

There were so many holes in my heart, that I didn't have much of one left. Not that there was a black hole filling the void. I just couldn't feel. Numb.