Author's Notes: This is very sad and depressing. I'm sorry in advance if it makes you want to jump off a cliff. I don't know what is wrong with me, I'm just in a slump and here's what I came up with.
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Summary: Katara was killed in the final battle trying to protect Aang. Now, at Katara's funeral, Aang has been asked to speak.
(And for the sake of arguement, let's just say they do these funerals AFTER burying the body. Which is the way they used to do it back in the day before embalming fluid and all that. Just to clear that up.)
You always saw me as what I am. Not the world's tool for defeating the Fire Lord. Not an all-powerful being to maintain balance between the nations. You just saw me.
I was the silly Airbender with the bright blue arrow tattooed into my skin. I was just a child, given an amazing and dangerous responsibility. And you only saw me.
But now all you can see is black. Pure and pitch black. Now you can't see anything. You can't see me.
I blame myself for that. I ran away from you. I left you there alone. And now I can't help you. For when I had the chance I was too far gone to help myself. I was too consumed in my own misery to see you had your own. And you paid the price for my mistake.
Thank you, Katara. Thank you for being the only person to help me. And I'm just sad that it took your death to help me. It took watching them lay you in the ground, watching Sokka and Toph cry, to make me realize what I left behind. You can rest now. You can rest knowing you accomplished what you tried to. You saved me.
I am now the Avatar. The Avatar I was always meant to be. And you helped me become that. You helped me save the world, and sadly you paid the ultimate price. Defeating the ultimate evil should have been credited to you. It was your death that gave me the strength. The strength I needed to do what needed to be done. I did it, but it was because of you.
It was once said that the Avatar was never to know true love. It was dangerous, a distraction. But they can't control what a heart wants. And it's always wanted you. Since the day I woke up in the iceberg, the only thing my heart could think of was you. And I ignored it. Because I thought that ignoring it would help me. But again I was wrong. If only I would have figured out that I needed you.
I refuse to admit this is a goodbye. But deep inside I know that I will never have the chance to see you again. But perhaps, if I'm lucky, I'll have another chance to do you right. In my next life I'll learn my lesson. In my next life, I'll have someone who I care about. And this time I won't mess it up. This time it will be just me and you.
Until we meet again. Until I am able to look into your eyes again. Until the next time you are near me and I get to tell you everything I held inside. Until I can say I love you.
Goodbye, Katara.