A/N: Not sure if I like this.
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The street was silent.
The lingering smell of Death hung in the air, even though it had been hours since he had left with his arms full of bodies (friends, neighbors, family).
Yes, the street was silent, but the sky was loud.
The sun was bleeding onto the landscape, bathing everything in a crimson hue. His light was weakening as the world became redder, and slowly… he died. The moon rose above her enemy, but there was no gleam of triumph; no victory cheer. She took cover behind a thin veil of clouds, suddenly, began to cry.
Raindrop tears fell lightly onto Ba Sing Se, the sound of water hitting the earth melting into a new noise – sobs.
There was a young girl (crying with the moon) kneeling over a young man (dying with the sun); a rapidly dissolving spear of ice lay on the ground next to them, life glistening on its watery edges. Two swords lay next to the spear, but no life had been stolen with the blades.
The girl's cries shook her small form, and yet you wouldn't have been able to tell she was crying. The moon's tears mingled with her own, making the despair on her face undistinguishable from the rain.
The man was still and clothed in nightfall, his light having died along with him. He blended in with the corpses surrounding him, and you may not have noticed him at all, if not for the girl.
She hadn't wanted to lose him.
Not again.
But they had been two enemies (lovers) in a time of war, and history was always doomed to repeat itself.
Only this time, it wasn't the battle that killed him.
She did.
They had fallen in love, though divided by a ruthless war. It had been forbidden, but inevitable. They had met only once as equals (allies) and had left as lovers (friends).
"The next time we meet will be as enemies."
And he had been right.
But as she knelt in front of him, cradling his head in her lap, she did not see him as an enemy, lover, friend, or ally. He was simply Zuko (Shu), and she Katara (Oma).
And their tale (for now) had ended.