"I breathe you in with smoke in the backyard lights.
We used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nights.
It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone.
So darling, don't wake me up 'cause my thrill is gone.

It was almost too quiet for her to handle, despite the faded laughter and her distant memories clouding her mind, senses, and ears. She could see it too clear for her taste and she'd rather just erase every aspect of the situation until she had nothing left.

Nothing left at all.

In the sunset turning red behind the smoke,
Forever and alone.

It was like shattering glass. (Her heart that is.) It just kept breaking, pieces flinging to-and-fro all over the floor. And with each piece shattered it still hurt over and over again.

It's been months, it's been weeks, days, and the minutes just keep adding up, yet she cannot forget. She cannot pass this troubled time and she cannot find the end of her misery.

You've gone and sewn me to this bed, the taste of you and me
will never leave my lips again under the blinding rain.
I want to hold your hand so tight I'm gonna break my wrist,
and when the vultures sing tonight I'm gonna join you right.

"When, oh when will it end" she begs. But no avail, no clue, not even an answer. She could assume for her own sake that this pain was making its fateful home in the very core of her beating heart and it never intends to retreat.

I'll sing along, oh 'cause I don't know any other song.
I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on.
No I'm barley hanging on.
By the time you're seeing this I'll already be gone.
And now there's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon.

She looks herself over once again. Her skin, so pale and sickly, stands out against her jet black robes. The contrast is something the Fire Nation is accustomed to, and she pulls it off beautifully. She may look simply stunning from a distance but up close, if you really look close enough, you can see she's long been dead inside.

Her lips are stationed in a straight, thin line. Never a curve of a smile, not even a smirk will appear. She grabs her scroll and exits her home for the ride to the Palace up the hill.

This isn't fair!
Don't you try to blame this on me.
My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me.

She arrives but slips in without anyone's knowledge. She then notices that her family has already arrived but they have not noticed her either. Good, less complications.

She guides her eyes over the crowd taking notice of that blink spunky child. The girl was twirling in a casual dress-down gown with the bald boy. She spots the waterbenders brother sitting at a table holding that warrior in his arms as they both laugh loudly. She scans and scans until she spots the person she's looking for. And if she listened close enough, she swore she heard her heart breaking all over again.

And god damn it, I can barely say your name.
So I'll try to write it and fill the pen with blood from the sink.

He hadn't seen her. He wasn't even looking around the room. His eyes were planted on her as they danced around the ballroom. Her blinding white gown whisking in the air with every twirl and every step. She almost cringed, but kept her face emotionless. But hey, she learned from the best.

Without another glance, she makes an about-face and exits the ballroom. Not a soul had taken notice as she moves into the hallway and towards the gardens. And not just any garden area, the family gardens.

But don't just say it, you should sing my name.
Pretend that it's a song 'cause forever it's yours.
And we can sing this on the way home.

The gardens offered more than just a lovely view and seating area. They offered access to almost every window in the west wing. The Fire Lord's study was in the west wing and that was her destination. Without a glance she picks up on the drunken laughter the guards were audibly releasing. She almost chuckled. It was late into the night and surely no one would have cared if the Palace guards sipped a few sips here and there, frankly enough to cause slurred words, blurry vision, and some fucked up night watching.

In a quick motion she had climbed the short tree near the window she was headed for. She hugs the tree and almost shimmied up until she was halfway to the branches. Then she swiftly jumps from the short trunk to the miniature balcony. Her lengthy fingers held her position tightly like a hogmonkey hanging from a tree branch. She lifts herself to straddle the railing and then jumps onto the balcony all together. With a quick release of breath, she turns to the window and keeps going.

Knowing full well that the door was going to be locked, she slips a blade out and cut a circle into the glass, pops out the hole, and then unlocks and opens the window from the inside.

Years of stealth played well on her side tonight.

She slips into the dark room quietly. Before she can change her mind or get caught, she leaves a roll of parchment on the desk and leaves the way she came.

She walks home, taking her sweet time as her shoes cling from side to side in her grasp. Her heart is beating and she knows she is alive, she just cannot feel the same as she did before. Her brain is slowing and she feels her legs turning into grains of sand.

"Almost home." She whispers alone.

I'll sing along.
'Cause I don't know any other song.
I'll sing alone,
but I barely hanging on.
No I'm barely hanging on.

She gets home and lies in bed atop her blankets in her dress robes and all. She slips out her blade and in one swift motion holds it above her heart and then plunges it deep into her chest.

By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone.
And now there's nothing to do but tear my voice apart.
Nothing to do,
but scream at the drunken moon."

I really hope you guys get this.

Based off of what the song really means,
this is my concoction.

I hate the beggining but I'm just too tired to fix it.

Remember!
No reviews neccessary.
Just for your enjoyment.

-Durrr.