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Cold. That is all I feel. Of course where I sit at this moment is on the ground of the South Pole but that is not the problem. It feels as if a storm is conjuring inside of my body and the freezing temperatures are slowly taking over with frostbite.
My heart is covered with glaciers and my eyes that resemble the ocean have now been compared to ice. Nothing is the same.
The day those vermin decided to raid my homeland had been the day plenty had been sacrificed. Friends and family.
Lovers.
I had died that day as well.
I now sit quietly on the steps of my home as the children of the Southern Water Tribe play. Running this way and that with their homemade boomerangs and dolls. Their grinning faces and cheerful laughs fill the air around this time when it is almost their dinner. I reveal a tight smile-something that hasn't been seen in ages-as the boys sprint away from a couple of young girls. Ah, childhood. It brings back memories.
As I continue to watch, one of the girls trips and I start to get up when a young women named Aya runs to the crying child. She gathers her in her arms and wipes away her tears with comforting words.
I remember when she and my wife as children would run laughing as I chased them. Oh, those were the days when I felt most alive though I do not know the meaning of the word any longer.
...Have I even talked to her these pass weeks?
I go numb as I hear the flap of our door being pushed away. In my peripherals I see my daughter. Katara. She looks to the mother-daughter scene playing right in front of her and I ready myself for her to jump into my arms...
She does not take her eyes off of the two as she says, "I've cleaned up the house, Daddy. What would you like for dinner?"
I stare at her in shock. Aya picked up her child and disappeared into her home. My daughter looks at me with her bright blue gaze.
FIN.
