She's Not You
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Mai. They all say she's the most beautiful girl in the Fire Nation. With raven-black hair and golden eyes, they say her beauty is one of a kind. With skills befitting a strong warrior and manners befitting a noble, they say she's perfect. They all say that we were meant for each other. They all say that only she could be Fire Lady. And as they say that, all I see is a girl with blue eyes, mocha skin, and a dazzling smile, wearing robes of crimson and gold, standing by my side, and holding my hand.
They all say I deserved someone better than a mere water-tribe peasant. As I walk down the streets with Mai, they say that the said peasant, even if she is a war hero and a master waterbender, shouldn't have dreamt of having the Fire Lord for herself. She's got no chance of ever competing with Lady Mai, they all say. And as they say that, I envision hearing that peasant's laughter, arguing with her, teasing her, annoying her, and just enjoying her, while walking these Fire Nation streets.
They all say that I should stop my idiosyncrasies. They say that I need to stop thinking about the person who saved my life, who saved me from me. They say that she didn't matter, that the things that matter are Mai and the future of the Fire Nation. I agree with them blindly, but every night, when I sleep, I dream of coming home to her scent, of being welcomed by her touch, of being soothed by her words, after a hard day's work.
They all say that it was her fault, that peasant. They say that she simply wasn't enough for me and that's why she just got her heart broken. They all say that she shouldn't have hoped in the first place. As they say all that, all I hear is her voice, telling me that enough is enough, explaining to me why we can't be together, trying to hold back tears as she says goodbye.
You. Yes, Katara, all this time, the only girl occupying my thoughts is you.
I try to forget. I try to listen to all these people. I try to focus my all to the woman that should be the Fire Lady, according to them. But every time I look into her eyes, I see yours; every time I hear her voice, I hear yours; every single time her hand holds mine, I feel yours… No matter how hard I try to get rid of these thoughts, to get rid of these memories, I can't do it. And dwelling on these thoughts would do me no good; you're already gone. They all say that you now love someone else, someone who suited you. I wonder what kind of man he is; is he so much better than I could have been; would he love you more than I do? But that doesn't change anything. Even now, I still love you. I could love only you. And I don't want to hurt her, but we all know she's not you.
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Author's notes: Uhm, right. This is so angsty and sad. I can't believe I wrote this. But this is what came of my first attempt at A:TLA and Zutara, so please, please, I would really love it if you reviewed! Oh and another thing. The inspiration for this piece came from David Archuleta's song, "She's not you". Please check it out! It's an awesome song! Love you all! Hugs and Kisses. *grins*