Sorry for not updating, vacation and life got in my way.

Someone requested something to do with the Season 3 cover. Trust me, I have ALOT of ideas for it. Haven't seen it? GO. LOOK. IT. UP. NOW. You won't regret it. I promise I'll put something up to do with all that new gossip news, after this drabble. This idea got in my mind and I couldn't make it go away.

(Takes place during the last scene of Season 2.)

Everything changed.

With the fall of a great city slipping off their tired shoulders, and the rise of yet another red flag left to haunt their dreams, nothing would ever be the same.

There once was a time when they remembered hearing the stories of great heroes and heroines of the past, where smiles and laughter once filled their memories, and where they were once children.

They used to wonder if they would once be remembered, if their names would fill the pages of history books that will change the world, would they be remembered for being heroes of a triumph or would they be the ones who failed?

That changed. Because, now they don't wonder, they only live for the next day.

And that was all she wanted.

She needed him to live for that very next day.

The darkness crawled over her shoulder as the lights of a fallen city faded behind them. The only sound that was heard was the sound of breathing, and the swishes of a flying bison's tail. A dark and heavy scar burdened the only Avatar's back, and hers as well.

But, there was a tiny moment. There was a fraction of time where the oasis bottle in her hand trembled, and she held her breath as she hesitated with the hurricane of thoughts crashing around in her head.

The scar on Aang's back reminded her of someone else, and only the echoes of a single voice rang through her head, as water in that tiny bottle began to cut through her heart.

"That's something we have in common."

She doesn't want to, but she blames herself for that wound on his back

The oasis bottle that is not empty and the tiny drops of water in the bottom of the container that she's saving for that one person who might never change, keep appearing in her dreams, and she can't help but think that if she had used it all everything would change.

Like the scar on a little boy's back.

Things may have changed, but her forgiveness never did. It's waiting, waiting just like she is for the next time they meet again, and the very next time she swears she will help him. Suddenly, worry and guilt begin to pile up in her soul, as the oasis bottle burns a hole through her clutched hands.

Not even that could heal him inside, and she wasn't even sure if she could heal the scar on his face.

Tears are the only thing that twinkle under the night sky, as she confides to herself and only herself.

Did she offer to heal the right scar? The one on his face or the one on his heart?

Time could only tell. But it could not heal.

Only she could do that.

So she waits.