Very unhappy here. The ONE and ONLY review I got was from my lil sis, who I had to practically beg to review.
Does no one have any sympathy for me? -weeps-
OK, I'm done, on with the story! ZUTARA, yay!!
and remember... REVIEWS ARE AWESOME!
smeagolnioniel
He'd always liked red. It was his colour, fit for a prince, fit for the Fire Nation, fit for him.
But when he saw her eyes, all thought of red flew from his head, never to return.
Her eyes were blue. Clear, dazzling, startling blue, eyes that were meant to be happy, happy and sparkling, always.
That last time he'd seen her eyes, though, they'd been filled with pain, anger, hurt.
And it had been all his fault.
He lived in a palace now, luxury at it's finest, servants at his beck and call.
But the thought of those eyes, those beautiful, beautiful eyes, bluer than blue, full of sorrow, fury, grief, could not be banished from his head, his heart, his own eyes.
Now, after all that, he always kept a bit of blue nearby, no matter where, just to remind him of what could have been.