Inspired by My Immortal by Evanescence, please enjoy. I readily accept constructive criticism, but flames are an asinine thing to do to any writer, it's not the way to tell someone they're wrong. Okay, now that my random tangent is over you can read. ~J
She was bending in the front yard, nothing wrong. No feeling of unbalance. No nagging suspicion in the back of her mind that alerts one to these types of things. He was just gone.
She finished her exercise as normal and walked into the house. She had only been gone ten minutes, not long enough for anything bad to happen, right? She looked for him where he usually was, in the bedroom looking over documents and letters from people all over the world complaining about something. Everything.
The door opened, and she saw him. He was sitting in a cross-legged position on the bed eyes, wide open but seeing nothing. A blue light emanated from him, almost hypnotizing.
Time seemed to slow as she hurried to him, talking to him, trying to get him to wake up, but he remained silent, unmoving….
Her hand falters. She looks at the letter she's writing, it's smudged where her hand shakes and there's a water spot where the words stop. She stands up from the kitchen table and walks to the bedroom, opening the door hoping not to find what she knows she will.
She walks to the bed and begins to massage his limbs. She promises him that he will come back just as he left, she won't let him become still forever. She kisses him on the forehead and leaves the room.
"AANG! AANG!" She yelled, "Please," she whimpered, "come back."
She tried everything, everyone did. He never woke up. People assured her, at first, that he was just on a spirit journey and would be back soon.
Days passed, then weeks. Months slipped in and out. One year, then two.
Things that made her happy, people who made her laugh, they couldn't penetrate the wall she built. No one could know what was happening behind it.
She can't remember why she goes on. People try to be nice, everyone is sad, but no one can feel the loss she feels. No one knows the pain she lives with. She knows he's still with her but she can't help but feel alone. He sees her but there is no recognition. He can hear her but cannot respond. She can feel him under her fingertips, but knows he is not there.
She makes sure no one but their friends know he is gone. Everything must seem all right. She responds to the letters, everyone helps keep up the charade. If they knew the truth there would be trouble. She is in trouble. Time means nothing anymore. She lives in the past as easily as she lives in the present. Memories of him mix together and speak to her. She loses reality for days at a time, maybe more…
"What are you doing?" a voice came from the hall behind her.
"I'm watching the earthbender children play in the grass on the hill over there," she said, pointing out the window. She turned around to face a ghostly version of Aang smiling at her. She knew it wasn't really him, just a memory. She remembered this moment; it was a week before he…left. She loved watching children play.
"Do you want one?"
"One what?" She knew what, but she said the words anyway, like reading from a script.
"A child."
She looked back out the window, "Yes," she looked back at him, smiling, "I'm only eighteen though, we're too young..."
"Okay, when you turn twenty one, we'll try?"
She walked towards him slowly, savoring the way he looked at her, "alright, it's a deal." She turned around to look back at the window.
She sees the window and turns back around, but he's gone, nothing is there but an empty room, she wonders if he will be back in time. Her birthday is soon…maybe. She would have to check.
She pulls the water she keeps in her pouch out and prepares for a battle to the death. Her enemy stares at her, a slight smile just barely revealing razor sharp teeth.
She is not afraid; something much more precious is on the line. He needs her, he will die without her.
She whips the water at the face of her enemy and… wakes up. She turns over and sees him just where she left him. She feels as if she's losing her mind but the "dreams" as she calls, them are getting worse and more often. Something feels wrong. And this time she is going to do something about it.
So? Review please, those do so inspire.