Ten Years
Disclaimer:Yeah, I own Avatar: The Last Airbender. I also invented the iPod and sliced bread.
Her face still haunts me. In everything I do, I am reminded of her. Her cerulean eyes scorch my dreams. I cannot get her out of my head.
It's nearly ten years, and still I cannot get her out of my head.
So clearly can I still see her in those final moments. She knew she was going to fail, and yet she never would surrender.
It took five to bring her down, two of which were rabid boar-hawks.
Right before she was killed, out eyes locked. She was dying, and yet she fixed me with those hard blue eyes, ever steady, determined and confident to the end.
It was I who looked away first. Ten years later I regret it, and I feel sure I will always regret it, as long as I live.
She deserves much credit to the peace we enjoy today. But, I suppose, it was never for her to enjoy.
Ten years since the war ended.
Ten years since she died.
Ten years that I have been busy, so busy I should not be able to remember her eyes so vividly.
And yet her memory remains, forever engraved in my head.
It's nearly ten years, and still I cannot get her out of my head.
A/N: Sorry, it's kind of angsty. I'm not really a fan of character deaths in fanfics, but, you know, this just sort of popped into my head the other night, and I had to follow that writer's inspiration. Note that I never mention who the speaker is. I have my own ideas, but feel free to make the narrator whomever you wish. Thanks!