Zutara Month Day 4: Lost

Not to be Found

He didn't remember when it had happened.

He didn't remember when he had first noticed the intensity of her blue eyes, the warmth of her beige skin, or the curl of her hair. He didn't remember when he had first realized that she was beautiful.

He didn't remember when he first noticed her strength. The skill of her hands. The power of her hands. He never realized when he noticed these things.

It all just happened suddenly. Suddenly, her voice was the only thing he wanted to hear. The lilt of her words, the softness in some and harshness in others. Hers was the only laugh he wanted to hear, the only smile he wanted to see. She was the only one he wanted to see, the one he wanted so desperately to be around.

He stayed up late, even though he hated it just because it was her time. (She of course did not know this, because if she had Zuko would be dead for daring to watch her bend under the moon's light. But he couldn't help it, even with the risk involved, he was entranced.)

He rose with the sun and she with the moon. She was a goddess of the night.

And he was lost in the thought of her. He was lost in the burning passion he felt for her.

And he didn't want to be found.