A.N: So this is a drabble for the modern day prompt for Sukka week.

Yah, it sucks.

past!yukka and future!sukka

Sokka had never really gotten over Yue's death.

He's never really tried. Six years after she finally succumbed to her cancer, he was still waking up in the bed they used to share and wallowing in his sadness. He hadn't allowed himself to try.

Every time he looked up at the moon, he thought of her. She loved the night. She said that the world was nicer, more peaceful at night.

He couldn't escape her memory. Everything he did reminded him of her. A girl's laughter, the night sky, even his sister reminded him of her. They both had those big innocent blue eyes but still looked like they were ready to take on the world.

He didn't think there was anyone else out there for him…..

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But now he's sitting at a table at a coffee shop in the Bronx, talking to an old high school friend. Suki had really changed since the last time he saw her, a decade ago. Her hair was longer now, but still the same shade of auburn. Her eyes still twinkled when she smiled, but the indigo suddenly looked deeper, and she still had an amazing laugh.

She was a teacher, she'd said, a sixth-grade teacher. She'd always been a good leader, he'd thought, I bet she makes a great teacher.

They talked about everything that had happened in the past decade, and they talked into the night.

"Do you want to do this again?" she asked.

"Yah," he said, "How about next Saturday."

He might not be ready to move on, he thought, but for Suki, he'll give it a try.