A/N: Everlasting Chemisty… thanks. I have officially dedicated these drabbles to you. They are, like yours, philosophical. Also, they are song-based. It is Zutara, though names may or may not be mentioned in them.
If you be my star, I'll be your sky.
You can hide underneath me and come out at night.
When I turn yet black and you show off your light,
I live to let you shine.
I live to let you shine.
But you can sky-rocket away from me,
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here where there's more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by.
If you be my boat, I'll be your sea.
A depth of pure blue just to prove curiousity,
Ebbing, and flowing, and pushed by a breeze.
I live to make you free.
I live to make you free.
But you can set sail to the west if you want to.
And pass the horizon till I can't even see you.
Far from here, where the beaches are wide.
Just leave me your wake to remember you by.
If you be my star, I'll be your sky.
You can hide underneath me and come out at night.
When I turn jet black and you show off your light,
I live to let you shine.
I live to let you shine.
But you can sky-rocket away from me,
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here where there's more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by.
Stardust to remember you by.
Boats and Birds, Black Rain
He would do anything to forget the feeling of those soft, midnight lips brushing against his scar. He would slit his throat and pour his blood out if it would slow his erratic heartbeat. But he couldn't. She was so beautiful, so perfect. She shone brighter than the moon and the stars every night, and in the day she flew higher than the birds. Her eyes caressed him, and her fingers tips laughed over every inch of his face. He wasn't good enough for her. It had to end. But he couldn't stop it. She was only more beautiful when she was with him. Everyone could see it. She shone for him. She flew for him. She breathed for him. Her body flew free, along with her winged heart. He could sit quietly and watch, and that would cause her beauty to grow still. But she loved him. Her kisses drew him closer, like a leash, and her scent filled his ears with a sweet song, a sad song. She was more alive, and she loved his so much… he didn't want her. He needed her. He breathed her, and she breathed him.
Their hands fit together perfectly, his large, rough, hot hand and her small, smooth, cold one. They belonged together. Their bodies molded together. The should hate each other. They should've countered each other. He should be invisible—he shouldn't exist. But she made him feel worthy of life. He made him secretly enjoy life. Together, they shone. He was the night and she was the stars. He was the earth and she the flower. She was beautiful, but only because he made her beautiful.
He would do anything to forget the feeling of those soft, midnight lips brushing against his scar. He would slit his throat and pour his blood out if it would slow his erratic heartbeat. Or so he once told himself. But it all changed.
"I will die for you if I must, Katara," he whispered, hugging her protectively. She had simply shaken her head and stepped away.
"I know that you will. But Zuko, I don't want you to die for me. You must live for me too, Zuko. You must live for me."
