A/N: Hi guys! It's been years, but the Tokka obsession is still there :D. I hope you all enjoy this new story! Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own any right to ATLA.

Sokka always wanted to help. He is the type of person anyone can count on no matter how dangerous the situation was. When news broke out that the Fire Nation was under attack by dissidents, it did not surprise me when he told me he wanted to help Zuko restore peace among his people. I knew it was dangerous and I did not want to let him leave. We had just gotten married. Can duty wait a few more days? Yes, it was selfish. All of us in the gAang have sacrificed so much. We gave up our childhood and our innocence. I gave up everything I had to save the world. I never asked for anything. I kept quiet. But, do I not deserve even a small amount of happiness?

He did not have to try too hard to convince me to go. I did not want to be selfish. Who am I to stop him from fulfilling his duty? Who am I to tell him that he cannot help our friend? Sokka left a few days after he convinced me. He promised he would come back and as a guarantee, he left me his boomerang as a symbol of his promise.

"Here, have this. It's Boomerang. A reminder that, like this, I will always come back no matter how hard life tries to get rid of me." Sokka said pridefully. He kissed my forehead, then my lips and rode a flying bison headed to the Fire Nation. When I can no longer sense his footsteps, I held the blue and white piece of curved wood tightly to my chest.

That was more than a year ago. His last letter was from three months ago and I have not heard anything from him since.

Yet, everyday I perform the same tasks as if everything is fine. I wake up and train my earthbending students. At night, when everything is quiet, I sit at the usual spot at home: by the large window overlooking the front garden. Feeling the occasional vibrations made by various people that walk by, I wait for that distinct gait from a suave yet equally clumsy man. The silk curtains dance in the wind and brush my skin. Across the room hangs a giant tapestry. Woven thread shows the merged emblem of the water and earth nation. A symbol of our love. It was Aang and Katara's wedding present for us.

I have heard the rumours: The Fire Nation Rebels were too strong. Death toll rising. Kyoshi Warriors and other allies outnumbered. I guess I never wanted to believe it until it is undoubtedly true. So that until the very end, I can tell myself that my faith in him never wavered. That I held on.

One day, I caved in and asked the world for a sign. Something that will make me feel more settled. My wish came true. Unfortunately, it was not what I wanted.

"A letter for you, Ms. Bei Fong", my servant said.

The scroll had felt very regal. Had it not been for the contents, it would have surely brought someone great joy for only a few people receive handwritten letters from a King. I touched the seal and felt the flames of the Fire Nation emblem. My heart was beating fast. I had my servant read the letter aloud.

I have not seen nor exchanged letters with Zuko in a while Who would have thought that my husband's death would be the one to rekindle our communication? After my servant read that letter, my heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest. It hurt. I was sobbing until my chest was gasping for breath.

I stood up and ran across to my room. I grabbed Boomerang, ran outside, and threw it. I asked my servant where it went, and she said that she did not see anything.

"He lied", I whispered to myself as tears streamed down my face. I can hear my voice trembling with each syllable.

Boomerang never came back. Neither did he.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please comment below if you liked it or have any constructive criticisms.