Who Will Make the Final Difference?
Nobody has been doing anything these days.
He has.
He has taken my hand.
He has kissed me.
He has embraced me.
He has fought beside me.
He has saved he world.
He is the Avatar.
He is my love.
A young woman, eighteen years of age was staring through the windows of her past, contemplating on all she has done.
She looked at her brother, whom wiped his nose with his index knuckle.
That battle with rebels was over. The hunt for Azula was not.
She looked at Aang, longing his lips upon hers.
That's what's playing through my mind right now: all in third person.
My name is Katara, and Avatar Aang is my lover. We had just fought some rebels of the Fire Nation.
Sokka's all right.
So were Toph, and Suki (Sokka's wife).
We should be getting back to the camp, but we could all use some rest.
I used this time to think about Aang.
He is so wonderful and pure of heart.
I love him so dearly; I can't explain it to him.
I didn't realize it until we were leaving the South Pole on Appa.
He has such a beautiful personality.
He is flawless.
He is literally a god.
Yet, he is only thirteen tomorrow.
He is working so hard, and it's only a day before his birthday.
It was the day before the anniversary of his birth, and only some hours away from another enormous adventure.
This story is not over from where I speak.
But, the only question I ask to this point is…
Who Will Make the Final Difference?