He's waiting while she's losing against the storm
A/N: I like this chapter a bit better than the first one. I even like the title. But it's still a mess.
Please, tell me what you think of Katara's thought after the invasion kiss. I'd be happy to hear some points.
I do not own A:TLA
We were at the Western air temple. And we still hadn't talked about this kiss.
That kiss he had given me eight days ago. It's almost ridicolous! Eight days, that's more than a week! We were best friends, but this new thing he had brought into our relationship... would be defined as 'love'. The only problem was that I wasn't sure if I loved him, too. I couldn't doubt his feelings even just for one minute, right, he had proved me his love for me. Maybe it was just a crush, maybe not. I mean, he's even not quite thirteen years old, he is the Avatar and he... I didn't know. I didn't know what to think. Every time I tried to clear my head it didn't work. How could one question be so confusing? Do I love him or not?
Sure, I love him as my very best friend, like a member of my family. Having stronger feelings for him meant being together with him, kissing him, holding hands, sharing happiness and worries, well, the last point was something we already did.
Every evening we sat around the fire and ate our soup I felt that he wanted so badly an answer from me; but I said nothing. He didn't even stare at me or something like that, he didn't ignore or pressured me, he just... waited. He could've come up to me to talk, but I also knew that he was waiting for me.
It's not like I didn't love him and was too scared to tell him that in fear he would be extremely hurt.
It wasn't that I loved him, too, but was too scared to lose him or to distract him from his duties either.
It was that I had no idea of my feelings. I was too scared to tell him that because I knew he'd be hurt, then, too. In some points it might've been selfish, but I couldn't help myself.
So, I said nothing.
Sure, it was a torture for him, right, but it was horrible for me, too.
The next days were the same: my thoughts about him and our relationship were a complete mess. When I tried to decide about my feelings the thoughts about dad, the war and other things showed up. They mixed, ruined me, ...
When I tried to concentrate of what I felt when he was near or touched me the other thoughts came up again. And so it went on.
I hoped that torture would stop soon.
