The feelings caught up to her whenever she least expected them. It was usually during those stupid late nights when she couldn't sleep and everything seemed to come into perspective.
Azula missed her mother.
Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say… she missed having someone who could comfort her. Her mother hated her, and was barely able to comfort Azula without wanting to run away for fear of Azula's anger.
The last time she remembered having someone there for her was when she was five years old. The day she turned six, everything seemed to go downhill… or uphill, depending on how you viewed the situation.
It was the last time she had owned a doll on her own free will. And Zuko broke it. Accidentally of course, but broke it nonetheless. Azula had sat down and cried and cried over her only real friend at the time and Ursa hurried to her side and rocked her in her arms.
Azula rubbed her eyes a little at the memory. If anyone asked, she had dust in her eye. She turned away quickly from no one in particular and made sure the tears did not spill. She had learned very quickly, that same day in fact, that crying was not to be allowed in the palace. Ozai had suddenly taken an interest in Azula over Zuko that year, perhaps it was because she could bend and he could barely pass as a Prince… whatever the reason, there was no looking back.
Azula stepped into the moonlight that was pouring into her room and gently hummed a tune her mother used to sing.