Always Be

by Boriqua-chan

The thing restricting me was a hand. It was pulling me back to it, just as the hand on yours was pulling you to it. I wanted to cry, cry because this was the way it would always be—us wanting to be together, and being pulled apart. onme-shot

We're looking into each other's eyes. I can tell we're thinking the same thing. We're thinking of how it should've been. We're thinking about our secret romance, our hidden attraction. Of how we should've acted on that. Of the many stolen kisses we could've had. Of all the times we saved each other. Of the times we could've just let everything go and just be with each other. But one thing over all, we're thinking about how we wished we could've betrayed our nations and come with each other. Of how stupid we've been.

All we want to do is hug, hug and make all the nightmares go away. Make the sight of Azula's lightening hitting you, the sight of Azula's lightening going for me, go away. Make our nights of fights go away.

I can see it in your eyes. You're distant, far off on your own land, and yet, you're looking into my eyes as if you could read my every thought, know my every feeling. Your eyes are like pools of gold—valuable, amazing, impossible. Because there is no way that orbs so impossibly perfect could be real. And, yet, I know they are, because they are the only things that keep me on the ground. If not for your orbs of liquid gold, I would have gone long ago, left him and gone home, stopped helping him and gone home. Even when you weren't on our side, you were motivating me. I wanted so badly to prove you wrong, to make you see that you were wrong. I knew you weren't evil, you were just confused. Confused enough of hurt someone—that thought always made me want to work harder, to fight for your lost soul. When you were on our side, I was shocked—I was in denial. It had just been too easy to change you. It couldn't have been true. But it was, you were saved.

I glared at the hand that grabbed yours. With its black nails and pale skin, it was holding yours, trying to take you from me. It was pulling you towards its owner.

My eyes flickered back to yours and I reached out to you, wanting you by my side.

Something restricted my left hand. I didn't realize you were glaring at it too. Fire lighted behind your lovely orbs, a malicious intent lighting the fire. My eyes must have looked the same when I glared at that hand.

The thing restricting me was a hand. It was pulling me back to it, just as the hand on yours was pulling you to it. I wanted to cry, cry because this was the way it would always be—us wanting to be together, and being pulled apart.