I decided to compose all of my Avatar oneshots so the next three chapters will be stories that I already had up. I am leaving the disclaimer and everything the exact same as it was before and I hope you will all review again. I only show my writings on here so it's very important to me for reviews. Even if it's just one sentence. Lol. (Don't mean to sound desperate. I'm not. I just really love hearing from all you guys) so before I get started I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed Toph Laughed as well as the stories that I already had up!!! Thanks everyone!

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I hope you guys enjoy this one. I think my writing's getting better! I like it!

He didn't look at her anymore. Ever since they had gotten back from the fight with Azula.

That one smile when he woke up. He had been relieved to see her there. Relieved he was alive. Relieved she wasn't gone completely.

"Aang?"

Aang bit his lip and turned, trying to meet her gaze. "Yeah?"

"Why..." Katara trailed off looking at the ground. She had saved his life, hadn't she? Maybe it was her fault he was in that position in the first place. Her mind argued with her. He was the Avatar, so it was only logical he would go through things like this. She breathed in through her nose and looked up again, letting it out shakily. "Why are you avoiding me?"

Aang's eyes squinted as if he had just been stabbed. Gaze going down to Appa's saddle as if he would find some pattern there. "... Katara... I had to..." He was stumbling over his words. Trying to think of a good response. One that wouldn't hurt her as much as cutting her off would.

"Aang." Katara raised Aang's chin with her hand so he was level with her. "What's going through your mind? Why won't you talk to me?"

Aang's face was level with her, but his eyes weren't. "I'm sorry." he whispered.

Katara's face squinted into confusion. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because... I have to let go of you."

Katara pulled back fully bewildered now. "What do you mean?"

Aang looked down, bravely trying to hold the tears in. "I... I can't..." He closed his eyes and Katara could see the wet outline.

"Aang, what's wrong?" She pulled him into a hug.

Aang numbed at first, but then forced the feeling back and pulled away. "I'm sorry." he repeated. He was so quiet she barely caught it.

"W-Why?" she repeated, starting to get more worried. "Aang, what's going on?"

Aang stood up and looked down at her position. "Katara..." he started loud and strong.

Katara waited patiently, like she always did. But now she was scared.

"The guru... the guru told me..." Get on with it! "Katara, I have to leave."

"What? Why?" Katara felt tears coming to her eyes. "Aang, you're not making any sense!" She stood up fearing he might go through with it, and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. "Aang, please... talk to me."

Aang hated it. He hated seeing her face and knowing he was causing the emotions pouring out of it. The fear. The sadness. He wanted her to hold him. To tell him that he had fallen asleep and the guru hadn't really told him that. But it was ridiculous. A painful and vain thought. It was hard. There was already the fate of the world on his shoulders. And this to add to it, was more than his twelve-year-old mind could handle. He was still so young. And he still had the urges and the want to hug someone; to have someone there to comfort him and to play with. He started crying. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He was about to leave her forever.

Katara was so confused she didn't know what to do. She watched him for a moment, before cautiously pulling him into her arms. This time he didn't pull away. His body tensed and he kept crying. Not moving a muscle until he started crying so much that he started shaking. Finally he reacted. Clinging onto her and sobbing into her kimono as if she would pass right through his fingers if he didn't.

And she just held him. Letting the tears roll down his cheeks and soak into her clothes.

In a way, Katara was like the mother he never had. Always there for him. Always comforting. Always loving, no matter what he did. How could the guru tell him to let go of her?

"Aang-"

"Please don't leave me!" Aang cut her off abruptly. "I can't live w-without you! I need you! Please don't leave me Katara!" he rushed through the uncomfortable train of words, sounding sappy even to himself. But it was the absolute truth. He did need her. And he was to distraught to think and talk strait.

Aang had been the one leaving, but somehow Katara understood him now without even knowing the story. "Aang..." Katara trailed off, tears coming to her eyes, soon followed by a light smile. "I promise."

Aang's sobbing began to die down but he didn't let go. His mind went back to the conversation he had with Iroh. He had said that perfection and power were over rated. That Aang was wise to choose happiness and love. Aang had almost turned away from this conversation. Thinking that he was being selfish. How many other people were dying because he hadn't defeated the fire lord? They didn't get the choice of happiness and love.

But now that he was lying in her arms, he realized something. It would be so much harder to do it without her. He needed her. She was his support. His lifeline.

And he would never let her go.