Warning: Mentions of sex, and suicide. Not for the faint of heart.
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Katara stared blindly at the phone, the number of her brother blinking on the screen.
"Katara? Katara! Are you there? Look, I know things may seem terrible now, but we'll get through this! Katara?"
The tears blurred her vision as she dropped the phone. The sound of it coming in contact with the floor echoed in her ears with a resounding boom.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm sorry, I-
NO! Don't you dare do that again! Can't you see? You're hurting yourself, and all of those around you!
I'm sorry!
Don't apologize! Just promise!
I promise.
Katara let out a choked sob as she fished around the kitchen. She roughly yanked open a drawer, her fingers sliding over the large kitchen knife handle.
She smiled slightly, remembering. Remembering the time when he walked with her in the park, the time when they had their first kiss.
The time when he asked her to marry him.
Those happy years they spent together.
All gone.
'I regret to inform that Flight Aer Lingus 319 has crashed The research team found the remains of the plane and absolutely no survivors. Our hearts go out to all of the families in this horrible tragedy.'
Katara shook her head. "I remember. Remember that day I thought you saved me." She whispered, staring at the knife she hadn't touched in ten years.
She put all of her weight on the island in the kitchen, where they had made love countless times, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes as he proved how much he cared.
Those amber eyes.
Cerulean eyes had tears falling down anew, the salty trails leaving treks down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry."
She knew he wouldn't accept her apology.
She whimpered as she left a cut deep into her wrist, her lifeblood pouring methodically.
Her vision blurred as she sunk to the floor.
What have you done? I thought you promised. You promised me!
Katara smiled, the voice of her brother vaguely reaching her ears.
"I'm sorry."
Those eyes.
She could see them.
At last.
"Zuko."