Dearest Readers,
From the lack of posts I have not had any suggestion of what character to continue with, so I picked one myself. I bet you can guess who it is.
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The expressionless teen bit her nails and sighed. She didn't remember when she had showed up in Zuko's bedchamber or why, but she just sat on his bed watching and waiting.
Then she saw it again. The forsaken note. How did that get...back here? I threw that thing out weeks ago…
It was a piece of parchment paper rolled up and tied with a hair tie of his very own. The one she had given him to keep all that shaggy raven-black hair out of his anguished face.
She had spent nights reading that note over and over again, by the light of the fireplace. Each time she read it, a wave of emotion flew over her that she tried with all her might to wave away…in vain.
On the last night that she had read it, after scoffing, the paper was crumpled up into a ball and thrown into the ravenous flames. Her motionless face wrinkled in pain and for the first time in her life, she let a sorrowful sob escape her lips.
Of course that was ages ago, now. So what was this note?
She hesitated to release the band on the crinkled paper. When curiosity got the best of her, the paper unfolded. There was no writing there.
"What..?" the young woman mumbled, before the parchment grew immensely and wrapped around her middle, squeezing the life out of her.
She heard his voice.
"Hello?" she stuttered out for his help.
I'm leaving you.
"No! You can't go! I'm all alone!"
I don't need you. I'm with the avatar now. Why should I care?
"I loved you!" screamed the girl, gasping for breath.
Then she saw his face. The scar on his face was a smoldering and steam was flowing from his mouth. His hands reached out and took her. Like a piece of paper, he crumpled her up into a small sphere.
She gasped. There was no air left to breath.
The young man breathed in, and then, like a dragon, exhaled a flame that consumed her and the paper.
She felt the burning. She could taste the smoke. The girl was tossed into the fireplace like she had tossed his note more that a fortnight ago. All she could see was his face, looking down upon her with scorn.
Betrayal, abandonment, misery.
The fire entered her soul as she uttered her final word and gave into the ghastly pain.
"Zuko."
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In case you did not realize, this story was about Mai. It was indeed a nightmare, if in case you….might have thought otherwise……
Please review! The more you do, the faster the chappie will come! Just joking. But it will make me happier!