Katara stood on the ledge of the temple, statues standing soundlessly behind her. The wind blew lightly, her moving freely with it. Katara breathed and stared at the view, until the wind began blowing more fiercely. She turned her head, only to find that the wind was really Aang on his glider. Katara smiled at him, but he instead swooped down and whisked her off her feet.
"Aang!" But he merely grinned and continued flying up.
"Can you at least tell me where we are going?" Katara asked.
"You'll see," Aang replied, slowing down as they reached their destination.
Aang landed them outside of the temple, where all you could see is a big canyon, instead of the buildings and statues.
"Why are we here?"
"Because," He said, "I need to tell you something.
"Okay," Katara was mildly confused, but trusted that whatever Aang had to say was important.
Aang walked closer to her, until their noses could barely touch. His face was a dark shade of red, and he was breathing very quickly. But rather than talking, Aang took hold of Katara's hand, causing her face to turn a similar color to his.
Leaning in closely, like he did when he kissed her before leaving to fight the Fire Lord, Aang opened his mouth.
"I love you."
Katara immediately opened her eyes and sat up, breathing deeply to calm herself. She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself to keep from shivering, and sighed.
"That's the fourth time I've had this dream," She murmured to herself, lying back down.
Excuse for writing this silly thing instead of updating: Really small attention span.