This is day 3 and it's LATE!! Sorry about that, I couldn't come up with anything until this popped in my head! Please R&R!!
I realize that you may not like the way it starts, just trust me and read the whole thing okay?
WARNINGS: Angsty, Rated T for some mentions of adult themes.
"You all right?"
"Fine."
"You're late."
"I know."
Sigh. "Zuko, why do you keep doing this?"
"I'm not doing anything."
And then he walked away. Looking back now I guess that night was just one of the obvious signs that I so arrogantly ignored. I mean, what was there to pick up on when there was so much I knew to be true.
I knew I was the best for him.
I was wrong
I knew we would be together forever.
I was wrong.
I knew he was in love with me.
I was wrong.
When she showed up to visit I smugly wrapped my arm around his waist. I knew I had what she never could.
I was wrong.
The one thing I didn't know was why he was always late from meetings all day. I figured he was distant because of the work to reunite our nation with the others.
Once again I was wrong.
That one dreadful night I was sick of waiting for him, so I got out of bed and walked to the meeting chamber. On the way I heard the voice I knew all too well moan from a guest room.
The first thought I had was that he was hurt and needed help.
I was so wrong.
I gasped when I walked in to see her pressed against a wall panting, and running her hands through my Zuko's hair.
Then I saw that I was wrong about everything.
From the beginning I was always second best.
Forever does not exist.
His love always belonged to someone else, which is why he always closed his eyes when kissing me.
She had his heart, the one thing I could never touch.
He visited her often, she was his escape.
And he would never be hurt as long as he was with her.
My heart was crushed and I turned from the scene before me. I returned to my room and waited his return patiently. Immense pain ran through me and I questioned myself over and over.
How could I think I could replace her? They had been through so much together.
Why did he lie to me? Why did he lead me on, knowing that he would break my heart? Did he truly hate me that much?
When he walked in he took one look at my face and realized that I knew.
And this time I wasn't wrong.
"I'm sorry Mai, I didn't want to hurt you."