This is my first ATLA fan fiction. Hope you enjoy. :) This will be having another chapter btw. Srry this one is such a short one.

He took her hand; soft and pale. Delicate. Swallowed by his own. I wondered how her silky smooth skin would feel against mine. I wondered if it would feel the same as it felt to Sokka right now. Sokka; that's who she had chosen. Him over me. What does he have that I don't, I would ask myself on several occasions. Those days when all I had to do was think on all the things that went wrong. All the things I could have done better. All the things I should have done better. The answer came to me now. Everything. He has everything that I don't. I really can't blame her for choosing him. She's much better off with him then she would have been with me. He can offer her so much more than I ever could have. A home, a family. He's charming, clever, handsome, strong. And what do I really have? What can I truly offer her? Love.

Tears came to my eyes as his arms circled her waist. I shook it off. Why are you even here Aang? You can't keep doing this. She made her choice. It's time for you to make yours. Katara's waiting for me; I chanted like a mantra. My voice came out sounding hollow, even to my own ears. Katara isn't the one I love. Can I really keep lying to her? Can I really keep lying to myself?

Inhaling sharply, I took a step back. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes off of them; together, happy. Watching it made me feel sick. Another step. What was I doing, I have to leave.

"Katara's waiting for me." I whispered once more, clinging to the words as if they were my safety net. As if they could change reality. Maybe they could.

A few more steps. I could do this. I could forget them, her. I don't need her. Maybe if I keep saying it, I'll actually start believing it.

Just one more step, one more. Then they'd be out of sight. I wouldn't have to hear her tinkling laughter. I wouldn't have to see her smile that special smile for him. I wouldn't have to feel my heart breaking. But it already has.

Toph, my Toph, loves him. Sokka.