The western air temple lit up with a dim glow hugging the ground on a cold autumn night. Everyone sat in silence as they pollished off the rest of their meal. The fire in front of them flickered slightly in the chilling breeze of the October air. No one had spoken a word in a few days now, not since the accident. Of all of the kids, Katara was most effected by their loss. Every time she thought about it, she burst into a loud sob, letting tears pour down her cheeks. The pain was unbearable. Every night, Katara layed awake, staring at the stars, wondering how it could have happened; wondering why it happened. She had tried to sleep, every night, but had no luck whatsoever. She was just too heartbroken. Every time she shut her eyes, visions danced around in her mind. Visions of the victim, the one she could have sacraficed herself to save. She knew that what happened was in the past, and that it could not be changed, no matter how much she cried, no matter what she did, what was done was done.
"It's unbelieveable," Sokka said, a shakieness present in his voice. "Three days ago, he was perfectly happy. Not a care in the world. It seems like it was only seconds ago he was gliding around the temple, laughing as he flew into the wind. It's just so hard to..."
"Shut up, Sokka." Toph blurted, her eyes red with sadness. "We've gone through enough pain and suffering."
Katara propped herself against Appa, who clearly shared their greif. The warmness of his fur coat soothed her slightly. She felt here eyes get heavier and heavier until they closed all together. She dozed off, leaving conciousness for the night, and began to dream. To dream of the only one she ever really cared about...