Author's Notes:
"Sometimes I see your face; the stars seem to lose their place. Why must I think of you? Why must I? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Why would you want me to? And what would it mean to say, that, 'I loved you in my fashion'?" ― Sting, Why Should I Cry For You
A: TLA is not mine.
I Don't Hate You
Zuko was in her dreams. Zuko was in the room. Her consciousness was filled with him.
Avatar Aang, innocently enough, had tripped over what no one was talking about.
.
She hadn't thought to see Zuko again, at least not this close and not for so long.
She would help Suki do all she could to protect him. After all, it was in the best interest of the Fire Nation, or at least she kept telling Ty Lee that. But she knew better than to lie to herself. Repeat a lie too many times and you wind up believing it, and perhaps breaking like Azula.
No, she would not lie to herself. She was in love and not with Kei Lo.
It was Zuko. Always Zuko.
But loving him and being with him were two different things.
She had left him. She would not live on the outskirts of his life, shut out from what was important to him, unable to help. They had talked about this. He had made promises. Ozai was just the last straw.
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They were through. She had made her bed and she would lie on it.
What did it matter that he seemed miserable and unhappy? What did it matter if seeing him again caused her to feel the same?
And what would it matter if he didn't know that she loved him still?
