We lost. It's over. I'm weak, and defenseless. I'm a shame to the avatars. I'm a shame to my self. The nations. Everyone.
I could have done it, I SHOULD have done it. We were ready, but she was a step ahead of us. I hate her. She almost killed me, the devil herself, that heartless bitch, Azula.
I would have lost so much. My life for one, my friends, and the world. Most importantly, I would have lost Katara, my one true love. Her beauty and strength, her kindness and compassion; her will to help others, would be gone.
As I sit here thinking of my loss, and I feel an overwhelming sense of failure. Azula won, and she is going to take the people I love, Katara loves, away. These tears streaking down my face mean nothing. They are just a small reminder that I am human.
As a feel a soft hand gently rest on my shoulder I glance and see the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth. She smiles kindly at me and does not see my shame; she does not care what I've done. She looks at me with a look of utter love and adoration, just for trying. I could never be luckier.
I sniff childishly and wipe my face in one stroke of an arm. I stand up, trembling, as she takes my hand.
Now, I am ready. I will win, and no one can stop me.
