(A/R: It's weird because almost all my stories about Avatar are from Toph's point of view, including this one. They all kind of… end the same way too. Oh well. If you like it then review please.)

The soft breeze ruffled her hair, blowing several strands of it into her face. The water below her, she felt it's waves splashing upon the sandy shore.

The stone bridge she stood on, it was cool against her feet. Cold actually.

She felt herself swaying as she stepped onto the edge. Her heart racing. She tipped then pulled back then repeated this. The water moved the sand. She felt this, her eyes seeing nothing. As the sand was carried away, she felt herself go with it, but resisted the temptation to fall.

She'd never thought it'd come to this. So much sorrow that she…

They had caused this. Not that she blamed them, it was just that…

It started with the avatar. The one they'd worked so hard to protect and train, so he could defeat the firelord. He did in fact defeat him, it was a glorious day.

But it was only a year later when he started to realize the effects. He'd used so much energy, that day, that his life was being drained out of him, too quickly.

He went, then the water bender. She'd become a good friend, and yet his death brought misery to her. She disappeared, left without saying goodbye. Gone.

He was gone. Him. The warrior, whom she'd been such good friends with.

It started out a normal patrol. Then he didn't return. She couldn't even remember how exactly it happened, bandits or pirates… which one? It didn't matter though, he was gone.

Now her life was nothing. Her friends, rival… love. They were all gone.

It was draining her life away.

She inched her foot forward, it met nothing at first. Then she tipped. Not coming back this time.

The water was in fact very cold. Icy. She'd never liked it, the way it could take you down and never let you go, unlike her earth. It was her life, that is, next to him.

It swallowed her whole, dragging her down.

It only was six feet deep, yet she could not swim. At first she remained calm, held her breath, but when it became crucial for air, she thrashed about. Reaching up for someone to grab her. Hoping someone would see.

Yet they didn't.

She sunk, due to the heavy belt she wore around her waist. She fiddled with it, using the last bit of air she could. It came undone, sank next to her. She was free from it's weight, but it was too late.