Vanilla Twilight-Owl City
Zuko lay under the stars, watching as the sky turned ever so slowly above the rest of the world. The soft, deep midnight blue kept his attention, sprinkles of white decorating the view. One thing came to mind with that moon, the beauty of the stars, the simple, yet sophisticated color that was night: Katara. She would never know. Not now, not ever. Why? Because she had him. Aang. He'd claimed her long ago. Of course, Zuko had Mai, but there was no spark. No…passion. Nothing. When he saw Katara…it was different. The world was at peace; if only his mind could be. If only his heart could be.