Okay, I'm really just trying to think of interesting story ideas. I'll see how this one goes. Of course it's a Kataang story! Katara and Aang :D! But yeah I hope everyone reads and leaves there thoughts on the story! Oh, this chapter is basically about Aang, the next chapter will be about Katara in the same situation. Reading and rating is much appreciated!!

Mari

------------------

It was one of those days when you feel all alone. One of those days you hold your feelings deep inside of you, but you can never let them loose. The remain locked profound in your heart, and they make scream them out, but your too quiet and scared that the one you love will never except them… So it remains a dream… A cold distracted dream…

It was raining on afternoon as Katara sat on the windowsill watching the droplets stream down the cold glass. A fire was lit in the room so the smell of fresh cut wood filled the air with a peaceful aroma.

It was early November and it seemed like all it did was rain around this time. The clouds seemed so angry and the skies so ominous that no one would enjoy its harsh lavish upon the earth.

Aang was sitting by the fire staring into the scorching embers. The flame was so passionate and warm that it caught his eyes in a daze. The sultry flames made him think of Zuko, and the Firebenders that were out there to capture his tranquil soul.

The echo of the wood snapping lit up the quiet room as nothing was said at all the whole day. Aang looked over at the hushed Waterbender as she stared wondrously into plummeting rain. She was so quiet it was scary.

"I wonder what's wrong with her…." Aang thought to himself as he kept his monotonous eyes on her lost soul.

Aang was a bit worried, it wasn't like Katara to be like this. She was usually calm and full of serenity on days like this. It was usually Aang that was quiet, these were the kind of days that made him think. Think of all he must accomplish and all he must do for the rest of his days before he had to fight for his life and everyone else's lives as well.

But most importantly of all, he would think about Katara. He loved her so much that he couldn't explain it. It left him with blank expressions and embarrassment every time she laid her smooth fingers upon his shoulders. Even though he blushed, he loved it, and even though he wanted to deny it, he knew he couldn't. His feelings would just pop out at any moment, any time she gave him an appealing smile he would feel his cheeks go warm.

The rain seemed to strike harder upon the roof that they were under. It seemed as if the roof would collapse in from the pounding smacks of the droplets. Aang inhaled a soft breath, not to break Katara's concentration of the world around her.

He couldn't help though to not look at her. The fire seemed to diminish a bit since Sokka and Toph were still out looking for some firewood. Aang could feel a slight chill emerge in the air as he rubbed his hands on his soft fair arms. Katara didn't seem to notice the cold, she just sat there in still concentration not making any slight movements.

Aang gave up on her looking towards him and wondered his eyes slightly towards the fire. The glow seemed to vanish a bit and the heat seemed to whisper away in the air. It seemed boring and lifeless, just like Katara did. The thoughts of her dangled in his mind and he just wanted to ask why, but he couldn't. He couldn't because he didn't want to make another mistake and ruin the chances of any relationship anytime.

Aang looked back around and let his thoughts travel away. He just looked into the fire thoughtless. "Why did I even try, I know she doesn't like me, why do I even love her so much?" Aang curiously thought to himself.

Aang remembered not to long ago when Katara seemed to have fallen all over Jet. Aang could only remember the tense thoughts that slurred in his secretive mind, but he knew he couldn't say nothing, he knew it wasn't he place. So like usual he just kept quiet on the matter.

Aang tapped his long fingers on the hardwood floor as he continued yet again to look deeply in the flames. The whole room was still as quiet as ever, without thinking Aang listened. He heard the crackling of the wood, he heard the pitter patter of raindrops smash hardly against the vague glass window, and he heart his heartbeat.

He listened as it went with the rhythm of the rain. The monk's heartbeat seemed to tell a story with every beat. It seemed to lead him from one memory to another, and it seemed to conclude him on what his objectives were.

Another piece of wood crackled as Aang jumped briskly into the air. The monk lost his breath for a moment, but caught it again once he gazed over towards the streaming windowpane.

"Aang… I have to tell you something." Katara lipped softly as she stared into the Airbender's quiet eyes.