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Zuko's letter came that evening. He wrote that he had sent a Fire Nation tourism ship headed to the Southern Water Tribe. He ordered the ship to make a small stop at a port near Ba Sing Se to make sure that Katara traveled safely. She was mostly quiet until the time came for her to leave the house. Aang and Jazmine went with Katara to see her off.

"You don't have to leave," Aang said again to Katara when he hugged her tightly good-bye. He was so tempted to kiss her and tell her he wanted to start over so she never had to leave. His thoughts were still on Jazmine though. Katara hugged back and when she pulled away she looked sad.

"I'm doing what is best for me Aang," she told him. Tears threatened her eyes but she didn't have time to cry into anyone's shoulder. Aang sighed and pulled her into another hug. He took in the familiar scent of her hair. She had bathed an hour or two before leaving the house, so the scent of roses was still strong on her. Aang could feel tears coming too. It had been so long since the two had been separated.

"Be careful," Aang whispered to her as he let her go. Katara nodded but when she turned to board the ship, she paused and looked back at him.

"I'll write you,"she said. Aang nodded and watched her walk away. He stayed until the ship finally departed. Jazmine was standing there with him. She saw the sorrow on his face and in his gray eyes that she had looked into the depths of so many times before. Jazmine softly kissed his lips to make him feel better, but he ended up putting his arms around her waist causing the kiss to somewhat deepen. Aang traced the curves of her body with both of his hands and went back to habitually passing his hand gently over her scar. In a strange way it always comforted him and Jazmine never seemed to object to it. Every time he saw or felt her scar, his spirit connected with her's since it was almost in the same spot where Azula had struck him with lightning years ago. Jazmine understood the pain he had gone through or at least some of it. He didn't have that with Katara since she hardly ever had gotten severely injured and died.

They finally traveled back to the house with Appa. Aang wanted nothing more than to lay next to Jazmine and slide one hand up her dress to feel the warmth of her skin. They had been...intimate before so it was a usual thing but Aang liked to keep that part of his life private. Jazmine drove him crazy almost just as much as Katara had. Jazmine was beautiful and had some qualities Katara didn't. Katara would have never gotten her ears peirced and would definetely not have gotting two peircing on each ear lobe. Aang didn't know how Katara stood on tattoos but he knew she adored his. He also liked the fact that Jazmine's tattoo had meaning and represented a certain time in her life when she had it bad but still overcame the pain. Aang didn't like woman who covered their body's in rediculous tattoos. It just didn't seem lady like. Aang was just simple that way. Jazmine seemed to be balanced. Katara was more motherly and it became too much at times but he also felt like no one else would ever love him like she had.

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It was odd having Jazmine sleep next to him in Katara's house. Jazmine had kept Aang warm more than any blanket could. He would wake up with his hands tangled in her hair and her body close to his. Aang began to wonder rather or not Katara had made it to the Southern Water tribe ok or not. He stayed awake thinking about Katara until the sun had came out fully. It was almost time for Jazmine to go to work. He gently shook her awake and she turned over with his back to him in objection to waking up.

"You need to return to work," Aang chuckled.

"Fine," Jazmine grumbled as she reluctantly got up. She walked to the bathroom and Aang soon heard the bath water running. He picked up the scent of spices too as Jazmine prepared her bath. Aang got up and dressed. He decided to check to see if their was a letter waiting for him outside. There was and it was from Katara. Aang didn't want to open it until Jazmine left because he didn't want to have her see the doubt in his eyes as he read the note. He didn't have the heart to break it to her that he still felt for Katara and still wondered what could have been. For now they both needed to focus on what was going on in the moment.

Aang kissed Jazmine before she left and promised things would be fine at her job. He told her Iroh would make sure nothing happened to her. When Jazmine finally left, Aang sat at the kitchen table and opened the letter. Katara had arrived safely and was going to discuss some things with her father in the coming days. She also wrote how much she still cared for him and that in the end she hoped both of then would end up happy. Aang had no choice but to cry alone and then afterwards he would go meditate for some spiritual guidance. He would write back later. He meditated until Jazmine arrived home that afternoon. She looked tired but still changed into one of her dresses she had managed to salvage from her old house. Aang knew he had to be honest and tell her what he was thinking. Now didn't seem to be the time though. Everytime he felt like telling her everything she would somehow distract him.

"Your'e quiet," Jazmine said when she noticed his expressions.

"I just have a lot of things on my mind. I meditated since you left this morning and I got an answer," Aang answered her.

"Oh," was all Jazmine said.

"Don't feel like I'm hiding things from you Jaz, I just don't feel ready to discuss anything. Don't worry about it now, ok?" Aang told her as he smoothed down her dark hair. "I got a letter from Katara today and she's fine. I even wrote her back."

"That's good to hear," Jazmine answered. "I'll cook dinner."

Aang gently caught her arm to stop her from going into the kitchen. "I'll do it tonight," Aang said. "You go rest and I'll make a vegetable soup. It's almost freezing outside.

Jazmine smiled at him. "Fine but I'm making the brownies with the huge chocolate chips mixed into the batter that you love so much."

"Are you calling me fat?" Aang asked acting shocked. Jazmine shoved him playfully and then he embraced her. Her hair had the warm scent of cinnamon and other spices that soothed his nerves. It reminded him of certain incenses he used to do some of his spiritual work.

Dinner went by quick and smoothly. Jazmine's desert even came out perfectly. Jazmine took another bath which left Aang's blankets and sheets scented. Jazmine fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow but Aang was left awake with his own thoughts. Katara deserved so much more than she was going through now but Jazmine also deserved to know the truth about things. Aang felt his eyes sting at the sensitive subject. It seemed like the sooner her told Jazmine, the better he had a chance with fixing what was broken between him and Katara. Aang felt so confused and frustrated. The spirits were trying to teach him a lesson but he had yet to figure out what the lesson was. He was surprised at himself for falling in love again but with a different person. He fell in love with Katara everytime he saw her. Aang sighed and turned to put his arms around Jazmine. He had yet to find out who would stay in his life.

( Sorry if this chapter was a bit slow but things should pick up more in the next one.)