A/N: Yo peeps!!! I dunno if I said this anywhere, but you can count on me writing a story almost every weekend. For any of you that will read this, this is a sister story to my story Bliss. You probably don't have to read that story to get this one. There won't be as much fluff as the last one. I was gonna write a tokka story this weekend, but I need inspiration, so I'm doing this in the meantime. Forgive me if this is crappy!!! Thanx 2 all mi reviewers: Paintbender, number1avatarfanatic, singwiththewind , and cruciolicous. You all get virtual pie!!! On with the story!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Avatar . . . sucks 4 me.
Why He Did It
Aang longed for Katara every day. He needed her. Every day, he thought of her, ached for her and he was determined to be with her soon. He had a duty to the world, and he accepted it. But that certainly didn't mean he had to like it. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know why he left her, why he did it. He had a duty to the world, he was told.
But he also had a duty to Katara.
Katara, the beautiful girl who had freed him from the icy prison. Beautiful couldn't even describe her though. Everything about her appearance was perfect. Her cerulean eyes were glassy pools of the ocean that he could get lost forever in. Her eyes told her story, and he loved them for that. He loved the fact that he could spend hours looking at them (though he never had) and still be mesmerized by their beauty and depth afterward. Looking into these beautiful eyes was something he would ache for every day since he was away from her.
And her shimmering dark brown hair. Oh spirits it was beautiful. He could imagine holding those long, silky locks between his fingers. It would feel like that bed she had made him in the fire nation, some 2 agonizing years ago. So soft and comforting, like Katara herself.
Her personality was another thing. That part of her might not seem perfect to anyone you might ask who's been with her, for example Sokka, what with her temper, but Aang thought it was perfect just the same. He loved her, was in love with her. He loved everything about her. He loved her kindness and caring for people in need, Fire Nation or not. He loved her motherly attitude, and at the same time, loved her wildness and fun side. He loved the balance her personality displayed. She balanced him as well.
It pained him to see her cry, and it excited him when she blushed. It warmed him up when she kissed him, and it drove him when she was in danger or hurt. She was his crutch, his will, his love.
And as he opened the door to the hut, she was the first thing he saw. As he looked into her eyes, those deep, passionate, beautiful eyes, he got lost in them, as always. He saw the pain and loneliness that he knew was reflected in his eyes. He saw the elation and joy that sparkled like the sea. As he saw this, he fell in love with her all over again, though he never for one second was out of love for her.
He was lost in her eyes, which were now closed he realized, because they were in a tight embrace, her tender lips on his. He ran his hand through her hair, her soft, silky hair. He was right; it felt as good as sleeping on that cloud of a bed.
He could live in this moment forever.
So why did he do it? Why did he leave Katara? He was told he had a duty to the world. But, he realized, his duty to his love was far more important. So, he decided, he would never ask himself this question again, because he intended never to get the chance to again.
Hope you had a good read!!! If not, I'm sorry. I truly am. Anyway, I know I said that I usually make at least one story a weekend, but my beta took a while to correct it. Bye!
