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Hello there!

I'm back with something new! first one-shot in AtLA world :)

This one based on song: Saliva - "Always"

enjoy!


Fire Nation's Capital City:

She rolled on her other side, not being able to find a suitable place. There was something wrong all the time. How was it possible that she couldn't find a place on her own bed, which she has always found the most comfortable ever?
The answer was simple. And no, it wasn't bed's fault. It was her, or more likely her thoughts. It was them, circling in her head anxiously, that didn't allow Zana to rest. Because as soon as she found a comfortable place and closed her eyes, she saw his face but not with a smile or kindness. His face was full of disappointment and pain.
She clenched her teeth. Idiot. Why couldn't he understand that she had no other choice? Because she didn't. She had to lie to him, she had to lie to all of them. And later she wanted to tell him, she wanted to explain him everything. But he was too proud to listen. So it's not her business anymore. But it's a pity that the shame was still burning and she was unable to drown out the remorse.
Why was she thinking of him all the time anyway? Why did she still have him in her head when he seemed to have forgotten about her? Who the hell was he that she missed him so much? She curled, grabbing the pillow strongly. It felt like a thousand needles were pierced in the middle of her chest, causing her incredible pain. It hurt so badly, especially, when she realized that she couldn't live without this boy. She was choking slowly, like she was gradually running out of oxygen. It was her slow death.
And he … he didn't even say goodbye. He didn't come when she was leaving. The only thing she got was the letter. The letter which she had already known by heart and which was redemption for her. Because those words gave her at least a gleam of hope that it would be better someday. And always even a tiny gleam is far more better than no gleam at all.
Always.

Village on the North Pole:

It was too much for him. He always thought that these types of issues were not for him. And now he had a proof.
He was a kind of a person which wanted to have everything under control and for this time he had. He was feeling safe thanks to that, he knew that no matter how bad things were, he could handle them, sooner or later. His abilities as a medium were also very helpful. But in Zana's case it was different. It ruined everything, introducing so unwanted, even undesired chaos. He walked around his room nervously for another time and a moment later he sat on his bed.
He didn't know what to do, what to think. This girl awoke extreme feelings in him. On the one hand he couldn't refuse that he needed her. He missed her voice, her warmth, her smell. But on the other hand, even though he understood why she had done what she had, he couldn't forget that she deceived them. That she deceived him. And that made him stay away from her. Besides, she was a princess after all. What possibly could he give her?
And that was the way his thoughts were going. He wanted her by his side as much as he wanted her vanish from this world. He loved her and hated as well. He couldn't take it anymore. It was destroying him, burning from the inside. He hit the wall with his fist.
Because of that he didn't say goodbye to her, when Zana's brother was taking her home. Hema was afraid that he could tell something what he would regret to the end of his life. The only thing he was able to do was to write a letter, and even this was hard for him as hell.
In this one moment he made his decision. He had to do something with that situation. And the only way to end it was meeting Zana. Although he knew it might be quite hard, he couldn't give up.
He always had to have everything under control.
Always.