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A/N: Just a little something that I thought of in the car. Enjoy!
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To any normal person, the night would seem so beautiful that they would want to fall to their knees and worship it. The moon seemed to share its glow to the world below while gracefully soaring through the sky. The wind was gliding its way through the modest buildings while the trees swayed to its beat. But this particular waterbender was not a normal person tonight. She was going through a phase almost every single teenager her age goes through; a broken heart.
In her solemn eyes, the moon seemed to be releasing its entire wrath on the planet. The gray clouds that framed the celestial body seemed to be trying to steal some of the sacred moonlight only to be pushed away by the murderous winds. The remnants of the cloud were flown away only to form into unimportant clumps. The warm winds cut through her skin revealing a quite soothing pain. It felt like a whip stinging at her face and she swallowed it with much gratefulness. Her still numb feet kicked at the leaves that were now licking at her toes, but she couldn't feel the magic; the magic that made her feel like she was walking on air. The usual inner fire in her heart was extinguished to a mere pile of ashes all because of a certain Fire Lord.
"You don't need to stay like this." A worried voice was heard behind Katara. Her brown curls smacked her in the face as she abruptly turned around to see the famous Avatar. He had grown and matured for the past years; however, he is fifteen so it's understandable.
Katara never answered and just sulked as she stared at her friend up in the sky. Aang embraced his fellow element as he walked up to his long time best friend.
"It all depends on how you see everything." Aang began, "There's two sides to everything." Katara seemed uninterested in his wisdom. Aang sighed and in result, he accidentally bended a gust of wind at a poor moth-butterfly. The creature spread its multicolored wings and flew at the Avatar. After much struggling, he finally managed to make amends with the insect. At the moment, the winged creature was resting on his finger and that's when Aang got an idea.
"Katara," he whispered, "See this moth-butterfly?" She nodded slowly, not understanding where he was going with this. The Avatar poked at the bug making the bug close its wings and hide in them. It became a brown and ugly bug.
"Now, it looks ugly and brown." He explained, "But if you see his wings when they're out, they're beautiful. That's how life is. You can see it as a bleak, desolate tunnel; or, you can see it as a wonderful path with caring friends and family." He let the bug out of his palm on the balcony. The moth-butterfly flew out of his gentle palm and enjoyed its freedom once again. Its wings were a beautiful dark blue lined with a certain color that shined like silver with the moonlight.
A small smile pulled at Katara's lips as she saw it fly away into the horizon. Aang stared at her sweetly.
"Thank you." She really needed that.
"That's what friends are for." He smiled. She didn't need to thank him. Her eyes said it all.
And with that, Aang started to walk back inside; a small hand grabbed at his wrist. He looked behind him to see a desperate woman begging for him to stay.
The two friends embraced the moonlight Yue gifted them for the entire night; just enjoying each other's strength. Katara's heart was still fragile, but Aang was determined to fix it up. His destiny was to become the only one who could receive Katara's undivided love; but for now, he was satisfied with her friendship.