A/N: Hit with sudden inspiration, I have completed the second chapter. I hope you enjoy. See you whenever I figure out what will happen next.
Disclaimer: I do not own AtLA.
She was unsure how long it had been since his first visit, but The Avatar continued to show up outside her cell every day before lunch. He would talk about the outside world, the trees, the birds, all the things she could no longer see within her four white walls. He told her about his friends and her brother and how they were all maturing and continuing on with their lives. Mai and Ty Lee sometimes entered the descriptions but their names simply hung in the air above them before they slipped down the metal corridors. She didn't care to hear about how they were better off with her.
He told her about the progress of the nations' movement towards unification and here, Azula usually bit her tongue. The Avatar was always so righteous, so just. He believed that uniting the nations was the path to peace and that disagreements, older than even the war could be settled with simple discussions. She would let him believe whatever he wanted to believe. He would soon learn the truth for himself.
However, one day everything changed. The footsteps approaching her cell were not calm and light like so had learnt to recognized, but stiff and methodical - military. She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder towards the guard who stood beyond the metal bars.
"Where is the Avatar?" she asked, her voice soft and jagged from disuse.
If the guard was surprised, he didn't show it. He simply said, "The Avatar was unable to come today."
She turned back towards the corner of the wall, and odd feeling blossoming in her chest from the news. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time, even long before this whole mess - the feeling of longing and missing something. Without realizing, she had begun to look forward to his visits and his naive hope for change in the world and in her. And today, he wasn't here. He didn't show.
Hot tears trailed down her cheeks as she let her chin fall to her chest, trying desperately to remember his description of the trees and the birds and the sky, the same ones she hadn't cared enough to listen to at the time.
Anyone can change... Maybe some aren't worth changing.
