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The room was filled with dead silence. A slight, summer breeze was making it's way to the opened window, which curtains were waving from it. It was evening. Besides how silent this room was, there was a slight tint of alcoholic drink. Near this opened window, was a table. On a table, a glass of brownish and golden liquid could be seen. Whiskey, it was.

The glass wasn't there without a reason. A handsome young man was sitting at the table. He was staring at the bottom of the glass, where a little amount of the alcohol was left. His eyes almost the same color as his drink. His brows were narrowed, deep in thought as it seemed. A slight frown was also present on his face. The one of anger and confusion.

"I am such a fool..." Was a sentence, that left his lips in a husky whisper.

He studied the bottle of whiskey for a while and then abruptly pushed it away. Didn't want to drink this anymore. Despite one glass of his alcoholic bliss, he was pretty sober. The parents of his didn't drink alcohol at all. So the man didn't want to disappoint them or be unlike them. The scarf, that was the last memory of his lovely parents was wrapped cozily around his neck.

And again, he seemed spaced out, as if he was in different world. His deep thoughts didn't just poof out of nowhere. Though, these weren't any thoughts, more like dreams and hopes. He shook his head after some time. Dreams come slow and they go so fast. He was tired of them occupying his head.

That's why he decided to lay down, and hopefully sort some things out. As he layed on his bed, he sighed heavily, not for the first time this evening. Then, he stared at the ceiling in the dark.

The pale light from a candle was dancing on his jet black hair, that were in a mess at this current time. Inside, he was feeling dead. Everyday was this same old empty feeling in his heart. It stung him. It was all his fault. He knew, if he would spend his days like this, he'll become a mad man. But he didn't care. People say that love comes slow, he was too slow to realize it. But it didn't stop hurting him and killing him inside. He hoped that he would forget about her faster than a speed of sound. And again, he was wrong.

The girl, that he fell so deeply in love with, was always on his mind. And it bothered him. Every time he thought of her, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

The man closed his eyes. And he saw her. Again. He just loved her so. She was beautiful in a natural way. She didn't need to apply tons of make up. The girl was just perfect. The way her deep blue eyes looked at him with such love and care. It would never be the same...

But her appearance wasn't the only thing that he loved in her. Her voice. Her angelic voice. It was amusing to him, how softly she was pronouncing his name:

"Mako." Despite how different she and he were, he was drawn to her like a magnet.

Soon, Mako opened his amber eyes, as his eyelids fluttered open. Sleeping was a bad idea... The Avatar was hunting him. He was seeing her when he was falling asleep, but never to touch and never to keep.

But he couldn't change a thing. Maybe she already found a guy of her dreams back home. Even so, he wanted her to be happy. That's when the realization came to the back of his mind: he couldn't make her happy. He had many chances. And yet, he lost them all, let the girl of his dreams slip through his hands. His mistake will hunt him his whole life. But was it a mistake..?

Mako ran a hand through his hair. It indeed was. He would never feel that his life is complete without her. But it was his choice. He thought he didn't deserve her...

So he led her go...