It makes SO much sense if you listen to 'The Focus' as you read.
Just go to Google, and search 'The Focus - Aria Aesthetic'
It fits.

The sun was melting. Slowly simmering into the horizon like Medusa herself was swallowing it whole. Two benders, complete opposites, stood along the cliff side, admiring the silence but afraid to break it. It was comforting as they both tried to stay away from the horrific topic looming like a defiant storm cloud above their heads. It was scary to think that tomorrow would define the war. Each action they made would decipher the outcome, the winners, the losers, and the end.

The sun child turned his head to gaze and her. She looked gorgeous in the pink hues stretching through the sky. Her features were so soft but her expression was a still shot; a moment of utter terror.

He walked closer, closing that gap she was trying to keep.

"Tell me." He let the words roll of his tongue in a husk whisper. He stood close enough to radiate heat onto her, watching her shiver in the process, but did not touch her.

She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"What if we don't make it? What if something happens to you? What if I can't be there to protect you? Or Sokka, Aang, Toph, Suki? What if we lose?" She didn't say much besides that. Katara was quite the talker, but he realized this is something that she actually didn't want to talk about. Both too afraid to even imagine if she was right or what would happen if everything did go wrong. Ozai would watch their body's burn, and Azula would start the fire. Every outcome of them losing ended the same. They would all burn.

He wrapped his arms around her chest, closer to her throat. He felt her tense up as he rested his chin onto her right shoulder.

"Please stop thinking about the bad parts Katara. What if we don't lose? What if we win? Things will change, all this hard work will pay off, and we get the pleasure of saving the world. Agni knows you can't be there to save me, or Aang, or your brother, or anyone. Don't focus on the things that could happen, and think about the things that will.

We will defeat Azula. Aang will defeat my father. We all will fight with everything we have and keep fighting until our legs break, our fingers are singed, and our enemies are conquered. Ok?"

He gave her a reassuring squeeze and she relaxed. Her head fell back onto his left shoulder and she sighed.

"The sun will be down within the hour. Let's go to bed and get a decent nights sleep." He said into her ear before kiss her cheek. She smiled and turned around and into his arms. He held her, just listening to her breathe. Then he heard her take in a shaken breath, release, and clutched him tighter. He knew she was going to start crying.

With that thought, he softly rubbed her back. He kissed her temple and spoke.

"Don't worry 'Tara. It's all going to be okay."

Before the sun could rise, his eyes snapped open. He almost drew back when he saw her gorgeous baby blues staring right at him.

He pulled her closer with the arm draped around her waist and kissed her lips.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked.

"I barely did. Too many nightmares."

He pulled her even closer, letting her rest her head on his bare chest.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Seeing you sleep somewhat peacefully was worth it." She let out a low chuckle as he smiled.

Just then Sokka coughed from the front of the tent.

"You guys better have clothes on." He said sternly. Before he could continue, a shoe was chucked outside and hit his dome head.

"Hey! Come on guys. We've got to get going."

With that the benders rose and struggled to 'suit up'.

There they all stood in a line, as if they stood for a wall, a blockade, an opinion, or a rebellion.

The members watched the nation from a distance, just trying to remember how to breathe. Katara held Zuko's hand, gripping his fingers tightly.

Aang took a step forward with his staff in hand and spoke.

"Today we fight this war. We fight our enemies and we do not hold back. We do not give in and we never give up. Be brave out there, and be careful. We want them to remember this day. We want them to remember our names in the textbooks years from now because friends, today, we'll go down in history."

I actually like this very much.
No reviews neccessary.
Just enjoy Zutara Week (:

-Durrr