So this is just a small oneshot I came up with and wrote at 1:00 in the morning, so please excuse any grammatical errors that might be present. Please enjoy!
I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender.
Breathe
Snowflakes began to fall, each one spiraling through the frigid air in a graceful dance completely unique to one another. Shy snow scurried away from me, unsure of what power could be possessed in something opposed to nature. Yet some felt a longing to it, and found their way to land on my face, showering me in their cold comfort as the winter air blasted me with hurt, with pain, and with death.
As they came to me, I remembered suddenly I had to breathe. Every dance I could step required such a little thing, something I didn't eve need to ponder on. Each breath awakened a new dream, a new hunger. Hindered in my bones touched with age grew a longing to breathe without an end, all whilst knowing he couldn't. Oh he couldn't! Why, winter, do you freeze my heart? And yet, the flakes remind me to breathe.
I place my hand on his chest, a tear falling down my face. Before it falls on him, I catch it with my power, and rest it gently on his cheek. One love to another, one sadness to share, and one breathe to combine our hearts together. How many times have we breathed together? From the first moment I saw you, innocent as a child, you breathed, and I echoed you with such amazement. Journeys and ventures we shared, along with tears. We saw death in its horrid glory, and breathed in the air of defeat.
You stopped breathing once, and in my arms you regained the one true thing needed. My tears streamed down my face as our eyes locked together and we smiles. I held onto you that night, and we breathed together.
We grew older, and our breathes became a drug as we needed each other more. Desired air flew from our mouths as we became one. We struggled for breath.
My love no longer breathes, and I have forgotten how to perform the simple action. My lungs scream in unending anguish, calling for your air to complete me. A still heart beats, and longs for you. I run my hands over your closed lips, and feel nothing. As if mocking me, the cold air blasts me hard. I hate it! I hate the wind! Why do you beat me with your icy daggers?
Yet he was wind. He was air. I wish for you now, for your comfort. I ask for forgiveness. Can I at least feel you again, just to make sure that you are there, and that you are him? My eyes blink more tears in sorrow.
And then it answered me. The snowflakes brushed my face as a new wind, one that was warm and loving, filled with as much desire as I longed for, comforted me. I felt myself get warm, and allowed myself to linger in its glory.
And I breathed.
The End! Please Review if you can!