A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction story, and I want to dedicate this to metro.max! This author helped me to discover I had a talent for writing tragedies, although I don't think I could write one better than Yesterdays! Thanks a lot, metro.max! I'm crediting you as my inspiration. For those of you who want to know, this story involves Sokka and Toph, so if you don't like Tokka, then you probably don't want to read this. If you don't like sad stories, you probably don't want to read this, either. That goes for you supercdogg95! Your welcome to flame, but there will be consequences! Also, thanks to my beta, theblackroseofkonoha! Anyway, on to the disclaimer!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender!
The Hardest Thing
Sokka had always thought that the hardest thing he would have to do in his life had already happened. He had lost his mother, and that was the hardest time is his life. So those things, he had decided, were the hardest things he had ever had to do in his life.
Well, he was DEAD wrong.
Thinking back to the false theory he had once had brought him into a state of nostalgia, a happier time, though there were many losses at that time as well. The time when he had traveled with the Avatar.
He thought of his friend, Aang, the Avatar. The care-free air nomad who had the weight of the world on his shoulders at the time, yet still managed to get a laugh into everyday. The boy who blushed when he and Katara brushed hands.
That thought made him think of his sister, Katara. After his mom died, Katara took her place. The motherly, caring young woman, determined and strong, a master waterbender who could be considered one of Sokka's heroes.
Then he thought of the girl he had fallen in love with.
He had, in fact, seen her today. Sure, she was a bit paler today, but Sokka still thought she was beautiful. And clean. She was clean today too. She didn't possess the "healthy coating of earth" Sokka had always thought defined her. She didn't have dirt on the soles of her small feet, either. Sokka wondered who had touched her feet, and why she had let the culprit do it. Her normal tunic was on, and so was her trademark headband. Sokka didn't recognize her scent though. She smelled of perfume, and not of the earth, her element, her definition, herself, and her sole.
Sokka still admired her today, though. He asked her why she was cleaned up so nice on this particular day. He didn't know of any special event the Gaang was supposed to go to. He asked again, and once again got no answer. Then it hit him. He was at her funeral, she was gone, and he was never going to get an answer from her. He already knew anyway.
Looking back on that day, Sokka realized the very hardest thing he ever did was on that day. It brought endless sleepless nights, nightmares, sobs, and tears. So much pain to his heart, he thought it would rip in two.
Because on that day, he had to say goodbye to his best friend, to his companion, to the love of his life.
…And the worst part was, he never got to tell her how he felt.
