"No . . ." were the first mournful words that passed her lips when Aangs last breath passed his.
"NO!" Katara screamed. "Aang, don't go!" But it was too late, and Katara knew it. Somewhere, in one of the Water Tribes, the new Avatar was being born. And Aang was . . . gone.
She stroked his aged face, closed his glazed over eyes. Those beautiful eyes, once so filled with life and joy . . . It was almost too painful to think about, with her husband's death so prominent. She could remember the first time she had seen his eyes, when he opened them after she and her brother had found him in the iceberg.
"Aang," Katara cried. "We were supposed to be together forever." But Aang didn't respond.
It felt as though her heart was being ripped out. She couldn't conceive how it was possible that Aang was dead. How he would never speak words of love to her again, would never smile, would never laugh. Would never open his eyes.
"Aang, I love you." Katara whispered, and then kissed his lips.
"I love you too, Katara." Aang whispered from the Spirit World. "But soon, we'll be together again. And this time, I promise forever."
A/N: This was a prompt from yael, asking for a one shot with Katara dealing with Aangs death. I know it was really morbid, but I promise the next one will be a little happier.
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