I had two ideas for this one...
030. Death
I sat in silence through the ceremony.
There was nothing that could be said to make me talk. My jaw clenched, tension obvious on my face, with another's hand being swallowed in mine. She said nothing. She just continued to hold my hand, unmoving.
I cast my gaze downward as the casket was carried to the canoe - the canoe that would carry it to a frozen wasteland of icebergs and snow. My eyes were filling up with tears - but no, I wouldn't show weakness. It wouldn't happen. Not in front of everyone - Not when I was destined to become the new chief. I felt her clench tighten, more comforting than it should I have been.
Somehow she always knew how the simplest things could help.
I had no idea how much I would miss her.
My heart was in my throat - I couldn't swallow. I couldn't breathe. I just kept her unmoving body clenched in my arms, as tight as I could. No one else could come near. I'd kill them. I would.
My face was soaking wet. What would she say… she'd say… Sokka you wimp, clean yourself up. Be a man! And then she'd punch me in the arm. I buried my face into the ripped cloth of her tunic. No. This wasn't happening. No.
Another person I couldn't protect. Another person I loved… gone.