The lake looked so serene in the cool midnight light. The moon reflected off its surface, illuminating the subtle ripples in the water. When I bend, the water conforms with me, it moves like an extension of myself, it does exactly what I tell it to.
"Am I like the water?" I whispered to myself, shivering atop the small cliff overlooking the lake, "Am I so malleable that I do whatever is asked of me, even unconsciously?"
"You're not like that, Katara." I was surprised to see Aang standing a few feet away, his clothes billowing in the wind.
I pulled my knees closer, "I shouldn't have done it, Aang, you know that."
"That might be true," Aang mumbled as he lowered himself next to me, dangling his feet over the water and staring at the moon. "but you did it to save me and Sokka. And all of those other innocent people."
"What does that matter? Aang, I can control people." I looked into the water, watching the natural current flow through it like energy, "This is a power no one should yield."
"The power doesn't control you, Katara." Aang mumbled reassuringly, swinging his feet back and forth over the ledge. "You control it. It's yours to do with what you please."
"Hama wasn't always like that. She was like me, a young waterbender. The power took control over her, just like it did to me..."
"It's not like that!" Aang protested, "You're stronger! You don't have that pressure! You're not stuck in a fire nation prison!"
"I'm weaker!" I yelled, my hands clenching into fists, "I wasn't even in a fire nation prison and I succumbed to using that power! I wasn't trapped for years like Hama, it was just a few moments! I'm so weak, I couldn't even have stopped her using real, honest waterbending!"
Aang was about to protest, when I continued, "and you know what the worst part is, Aang? I liked it. The power flowing through my veins… It felt good. I didn't want it to stop."
Aang froze, his eyes resting on mine, he brushed his fingertips along the back of my hand before taking a hold of it and squeezing it reassuringly. "I'll always be here for you Katara, you keep me from losing control, I can do the same for you."
All of a sudden I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly, "thank you, Aang." I whispered, shaking silently with my sobs.
Aang returned my embrace and let me cry in his arms. I soon found myself becoming tired, my sobs slowed, and I closed my eyes as Aang softly stroked my hair.
Just as I nodded off to sleep, I thought I heard Aang speaking…
"No, thank you, Katara. Thanks for keeping me from losing myself."
A/N:
WHAT the hell did I just write?
Wow, this is fluffier than a white rabbit on crack. Well, if that didn't just make you vomit, leave me a review?
Or don't. I know what they're all going to say, "Arraela, stop writing such stupid fluffy crap." And yes, I know it's plotless.
I'm not even going to bother proofing it or reading what I just wrote because I know that it's all utter shit. I'm just procrastinating on doing homework so I just felt like writing something and this is what came out.
This is what you get when you combine the backstreet boys, procrastination, and Nutella.