A/N: Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Avatar, these stories are nonprofit, (but reviews make me happy! ) and everybody pretty much knows this already. So!
Her Eyes
She knelt in tattered blue robes, clutching the tattered body of her best friend. Not the mighty, all-powerful Avatar he was supposed to be – he had been reduced to a child, a boy still so young, who had been struck down into the arms of someone who cared for him.
Zuko wrenched his eyes from the boy's limp body before any horror or, just as dangerous, compassion could work its way into his chest. He instead looked to the girl, and nearly froze as her broken gaze speared through the barriers he had hurriedly built around his heart.
His eyes traveled up the hair that fell across her shoulders like water, followed the flowing tears that painted the way to her eyes. Her eyes.
Running from him, smirking at him, fighting him, yelling at him, weeping in front of him, her eyes had always been wide, beautifully blue, and full of so much feeling he could hardly place it all. Human emotions took on a new depth in those eyes.
Now, her eyes were small, yet filled with a pain and grief that chilled him.
And something was missing.
She looked as though her heart had been shattered, Zuko could tell that clearly enough. But…
Hope.
The hope that had never before abandoned her gaze was missing.
It was bittersweet. Hauntingly beautiful.
And it frightened him endlessly.