It wasn't supposed to be this way ….
The tears course down my face …as I felt the breeze pass over me. I knew without saying who that was …as I turn to see his descent. He landed near me … the worried expression on his face … mixed with the splatters of blood on his face. He had seen death this day, and though he had no part in the Fire Lord's demise … it would affect him all the same. Though at this moment, this thought didn't even cross his mind as he rushes to my side and to his … as he exclaim about his welfare. I felt a stinging sensation in my throat as I tried to answer him without sobbing …he was about to experiences another death today …one much closer and more personal than any he had had to deal with before. Yes, he had seen the skeleton of his mentor and friend, but that was nothing compared to witness their last breathe your-self.
My eyes go back to his broken body, and a sudden jerk … that made new tears come to my eyes. It was over now … he was gone. He knew my answer even before …I said anything and …I could see the tears in his eyes as I turned to look up at him. Worst still, I could see the want to run in them as well …to get away from the pain, and I knew if he tried that …he was going to revert to the Avatar state. With a silent prayer, I place the body of my brother on the ground, and rose to grab a hold of him …to hold him close … as I saw the light of his arrow start to glow. Yet, as I held him close … as he wrap his arms around my waist …the light's glow started to dim and the sobs could be heard above it all. It didn't matter that he was the strongest amongst us …the savior of the world … in the end … he was still the same boy that I freed from the Icecap, and his heart was still too gentle for all of this death and pain. With that said, I held him close …as I let go as well. Tears ran down my face … as sobs rack my body, and I could only wonder in my head over and over again …why did it have to be this way?
Haven't I lost enough when I was young … I never knew my mother, and this war made my father a stranger to me as well. Why did it have to take him too? Why did it have to take my brother, and leave me all alone in the world?
I wanted to shout this to the heavens … as he held me close until I felt so tired …that the tears could no longer run their course. Yet, even when my body no longer had tears to cry …the pain did not subside. The ache in my heart that was much deeper than any wound could be … as I took one last glimpse at his body, and I saw her run her hand down his face. Did she know? Could she feel that his heart no longer beat? That he is gone from our lives, and from our world. It was at a time like this …that I was sort of jealous of her …she never had to see his last breaths. She never had to see his struggle to stay strong even when his body betrayed his intentions in the end. She was blind, and didn't have to see his face. Though …as I saw the tears run down her face …I knew that she wasn't oblivious to the fact that he was gone as well. She knew that he was gone, and as she wipe at her sightless eyes …it would seem that it hurt her just as deeply as my own pain.
I was wrong …she wasn't spared because she couldn't see it.
Then my mind turns towards anger, hate, and spite as I saw her tears, and looked up at the sky.
See what you have done, dummy? How could you do what you said now? How can you protect me when you are no longer here? How can you guide me & watch over me, now? Did you think about any of that before you went out to die? Did you think about us when you left our side? You could have let someone else take your place? You didn't have to come this far, but you wanted to prove your bravery …do you think any of us care about that now?
I felt them hot on my cheek. I thought that I was done crying, but it would seem that in truth … I really have never stopped.
I probably would have stood there just crying my eyes out …if he never had arrived. The one whom looked upon the situation with eyes clear of pain and grief, and whom now stood before us as the new fire lord. It wasn't that he didn't have his own grief, but for the moment his people's plight was much more important, and with the war won ...that didn't mean that our work was yet done. We couldn't continue to stand around and cry …even as we ignore his words as others around us seem to rise to the challenge.
Just a few seconds more … we still needed to say our goodbyes … as I went back to my brother's side and rub a hand against his face. A smile and a tear was all that I had left to give him … as I turned to the others and with a strong stance told the all that they needed to know.
The time for tears were done …we would have to continue this later for there was those whom needed to be heal, those whom were trap within their home, and those whom simply needed to have their spirits lifted by the sight of the one whom save us all. Our job wasn't done yet, and I knew he wouldn't want to stand in the way of that. Though he probably would have made a sarcastic remark about us leaving him the way that he was know, and as I thought about that …it would seem that she had beat me to the punch. A flip of her hand, and he was placed in a coffin of rock …it wasn't the way that he would be put to rest, but for the moment …it would have to do … as we soon left him behind.
Why …why did it have to end this way?
((OCC, this was really OCC, but it hope it wasn't to the point that you couldn't figure out whom was the speaker in this one. I knew I added a lot of clues, but I wonder …if without them would you even know whom was talking? Geesh, I will try to keep it a little more incharacter for the next one.))