Aang breathed deeply and sighed as he looked at the familiar orange star slowly setting. Its rays seem friendly. They remind him of an old friend, waving goodbye to him, knowing they have to leave, but being filled with the confidence that he will see them again. A new day will arrive tomorrow.

A loud cry is heard behind him, and he turns around to see Toph quickly wrestle Sokka to the ground and rip the paintbrush out of his hand. Suki is laughing and shaking her head as Sokka groans in defeat. Zuko is looking down and smiling, quietly sipping his tea.

There would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years. He feels a hand on his shoulder, and he knows who it is before he meets the blue cerulean orbs.

She looks at him, a small smile on her face.

Not a single word is spoken, but when she wraps her arms around him, life is still. And they are one.