Always dark, always black. How did it look? The colors, the flowers, the sun rise, the sky and the fields. How did her friends look like? She always thinks of this in the privacy if her impenetrable tent, wonders about how it would be being able to see, to be normal. A tear open its path through her face. She don't say it but its sad, its depressing always hearing "look that" or "What a beautiful thing" She don't know other thing that darkness. But then she heard it, low at the beginning but growing in strength after every second it passes. It's beautiful, it's relaxing; it takes her out of the darkness. She opens her refugee, it's calling for her and she needs to know who it is.

"Hi Toph, what are you doing up so late?" The music stops

"Ah, nothing" It is disappointing and the insomnia didn't disappear "Mind to be around?"

"It will be a pleasure"

Its better to be sad with someone than suffering alone, the only difference is that she doesn't want him to know. Anyways it is relaxing being at his side so she sits beside him. Then the music plays again. Could it be him? She hears more carefully. Yes it him.

"What are you playing twinkle toes?"

"Me? Ah it's a flute"

"Oh so it is a flute" "it uses air so that's why he is able to make such wonderful sounds" "It sounds nice"

"Thanks, wanna try?"

"ME?"

"Yup"

She really wants to try but there is a little problem

"I would like to but, well, you know, I'm ….blind"

"Hmp, it's funny, I never thought I would never heard you say "I can't"

"What is funny about it?" it is sad if you ask her

"The thing is that you don't need to "see" music, you need to hear it, to understand it; to feel it. Take, give it a try"

She is insecure, she had never played an instrument and she is sure that the sound would be awful. Whatever, she blows it trying her best to make some good music. But only sounds like a dying beast.

"See, I'm not good"

"That's the problem, you block yourself, and you need to reflect what are you feeling, otherwise it would sound bitter and hollow. Common try again, think of something that make you happy or that you like"

It is harder than she thought. She had blocked herself all this years to be able to survive and now she needs to express her feelings.

"Here I go" and she blows

It sounds ratter sad, she was sad but it sounds good. Now she is happy for being able to do it and the melody changes. "How I'm able to do it?"

"See, just let your feelings take the lead" as if he read her mind it perfectly answers the question.

"Thanks" and hands over the instrument

"You're welcome"

"Mind if I stay a little more"

"Of course no"

Now she is happy, that sound is like seeing for her. It is relaxing and somehow fills the hole in her soul being there, next to him, hearing the music. And finally the sleep catches her as she uses his shoulder as a pillow.

"Thanks for letting me see, Aang" she whispers

There is no other thing that the sounds of her steady breathing and the music of the flute that fills the darkness and give it a different tint.

A banquet is nearby so he bends it to his hand and covers them both; his head resting in hers and eyes closing

"Thanks for being here with me Toph"


a short story. it is pretty good to me but it feels nice to know other people liked it. Please review