A little interlude to this fic. I got so many reviews asking me to continue this, so I decided to. I wrote this before going on vacation, but didn't have time to post it, so here it is now! Whenever I write it, the final chapter will be called 'Coming Back' (REAL original title, huh? XD). So, until then, enjoy!

And thank you to all who reviewed! It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :)

Disclaimer (do I have to do this for every page?): I do not own Avatar.

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Katara looked down at the letter again. Although it had arrived that very day, it was already crumpled and slightly worn around the edges, either from the long distance it had to travel, or from the fact that she had read and re-read it countless times from the moment of its arrival. The message upon it was short; the words written in a neat, familiar handwriting. She began to read it once more.

Dear Katara,

I'm sorry that my most recent letters to you have been so short. With all the meetings I have to attend, there's barely any time for me to write more than I already do. I try to send one every day, but I don't know how soon they get to you.

How are you? I hope you and your family is doing well. You mentioned in your previous letter that the Southern Water Tribe has undergone some drastic changes. I can't wait to see for myself!

I still look forward to the day when I'm done with all my duties – I really miss you guys. Hopefully, my work will be done in a year or two, and I can come back to the South Pole to visit, or hopefully, even to stay.

Your friend,

Aang

Katara sighed as she finished reading. Two years had passed since Aang left, and each day had played out in exactly the same manner for her ever since. She would wake up early, go out to watch the sunrise (sometimes throwing in a little waterbending practice), do her chores, help her grandmother cook meals for her family, and go to bed early. A normal life, anyone else would say. But Katara didn't want it to be that way.

She strode over to her bedroom window, still clutching the letter tightly in her hands, and looked out over the city that was once a village. Less that a month after Aang's departure, the people decided to rebuild their home. Many waterbenders had migrated from the North Pole, so this was not a difficult task. Even Katara had helped out. Eventually the South Pole became a thriving port town. Tall buildings now towered over the once barren plains. However, there were still some open areas to practice bending, and for that, she was glad.

Once she had seen enough, Katara moved away from the window and slowly made her way to a large cupboard. Glancing down at the letter in her hand to make sure she hadn't dropped it, she opened the cabinet door.

Inside, she had stored all her precious souvenirs from her past adventures with 'Team Avatar'; her Painted Lady costume, her first waterbending scroll, wanted posters for 'The Runaway' and 'The Avatar', and her most prized possession – a necklace made of fishing line, hand crafted by her best friend when she had lost her mother's necklace.

After allowing another small sigh to pass through her lips, Katara pulled out a wooden box from behind an old water canteen. Within this box, she had stored every single letter Aang had ever sent her. She placed the new letter carefully on top of the others and sealed the box again, returning it to its rightful place in the closet.

Once she had completed this ritual, she walked over to her bed and lay down slowly, staring at the designs etched into her frozen ceiling.

'I miss you, Aang,' she thought to herself. 'Someday, I hope our whole group will be together again...'

And with that thought in mind, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep, where she dreamt about travelling the world with the one person who changed her life for the better.

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There you have it! Quite short and dumb, but it's there to clarify some points for later. I hope you enjoyed reading!