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Touch.

It was simple really.

I had deprived myself of touch since I left her at The Boiling Rock. I saw the look in her eyes as she watched me leave with everyone else. It was…. Love and defeat and hurt.

So much hurt.

I betrayed her; not just my country, the woman I loved more than myself.

I wondered if she thought of me as she listened to Azula ramble about how she would defeat the Avatar and myself.

Did she think of me as the place beside her was cold with the ghost of our love?

Would her arms instinctively wrap around herself to attempt to keep from falling apart.

Did little things she saw remind her of me?

All of these happened to me.

Every night when I was about to doze off I would notice how cold it really was. There was no one beside me, no one who I could turn and see their face as they peacefully slept.

She used to lay quietly near me, and after she fell asleep she would always unconsciously move closer. I would smile; she was never very outwardly affectionate. I would wrap my arms around her and pull her close and fall asleep too.

Everyday I would think of how being away from her was killing me. Her amber eyes used to sooth my frustrations with just a loving gaze. Small kisses each morning would show me that no matter what, she would love me. But, did she still love me? She said I tore her heart out. Just hearing her say that with such pain in her voice killed me. I never did mean for that to happen. I thought that joining the Avatar was important to defeat my father and sister. And, now, we're apart because I couldn't bear talking face to face before I left.

Small things around me were reminders of her.

Like how in the morning the sky would bleed the red that would tint her cheeks when I kissed her. Or at night the stars would twinkle with brightness unsurpassed just as her eyes would glimmer with love and comfort. Dammit, even rocks reminded me of her! They were sharp with their own story each, but they were smooth on other sides.

All I wanted was to see her.

I wanted to feel slender arms wrapped around my neck and soft lips on my skin.

But I can't.

She was with Azula my enemy and sister. If I were to go and get her, who knew if she would still want me.

That plagued me.

Did she still love me?

Did she still want me as much as I wanted her?

Or was it just me?

Was I the only one who wanted the other by my side?

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

I felt hands shake me awake and heard a voice whisper my name.

"Zuko, wake up."

It was her voice.

Mai's.

I turned over quickly and saw amber eyes in the dark.

"Oh thank God." I murmured.

Mai looked at me curiously but I pulled her into my arms.

She stiffened but relaxed slowly.

"Was it that dream again?" Mai asked.

"Yeah." I answered quietly.

My hands moved to stroke her hair, feeling the silkiness.

"God, I would hate it if that happened again." I whispered.

"I would too."

I placed my chin atop her head and felt every in of exposed skin against me. And, it felt amazing.

To have this woman in my arms made me feel strong.

Because of her I had, had the strength to defeat my father and sister two years ago.

Now, my wife and I had a child and I was deemed Fire Lord.

She made my life worthwhile.

Mai.