A/N: Thanks Aangsfangirl1214, Chimeko and Aangkatara140 for the reviews! They were short, but they made my day, and were a huge boost for me to keep writing now that I've started in earnest. So thanks again!
And because it took me quite long to put these up, there are now not only five, but six stories! Enjoy!
And thanks so much again to my friends for checking over the stories and making them better.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Avatar, and I probably never will.
When the World is Drained of its Colors
The rain kept falling, forming a curtain
that blocked out sight and muffled all sound.
Sitting in the door frame, she pulled the blanket
tighter around herself, trying to make out
something, anything, in the gray, formless mass.
There was nothing, like always,
but she would keep waiting.
For him.
Not Alone Anymore
It kicked. She felt a slight pain, but it was a
nice feeling, telling her that all was well.
Her hand glided over her belly,
her condition already obvious.
Soon, she and Aang wouldn't be
two anymore, but that didn't matter. They had created
life together, and she was content.
Inevitable Sorrow
He sat there, holding her hand.
Her eyes were closed, her body still.
A blanket covered her and only revealed her face,
still beautiful after all these years.
Quietly, a single tear
rolled down his cheek. Already, he could feel
his life becoming empty.
He'd have to tell them soon.
Reflections (1)
Looking back at his life, he couldn't believe
how far they've come. How everything had just
fallen into place. How, after the war,
he was able to lead a life of peace and quiet,
along with the one person he so loved.
Looking back at his life, he was happy.
Reflections (2)
Looking back at her was her image,
but she barely recognized it anymore.
It wasn't the flowing dress, nor the way she wore her hair for tonight.
She seemed older somehow, though only a few
months had passed. She seemed more content.
Small wonder, she thought, for she had him.
It's Always Been There
Ever since she freed him from that iceberg,
ever since he had first lain
eyes on her, she could feel it,
lurking somewhere in the back of her mind,
in a part of her heart.
And only now, after he had kissed her,
did she know that it was love.
