Um...just so you know, after this I am basically plum out of Zutara ideas.
So, 2 options:
A: Discontinue the drabble series.
B: Give me challenges.
C: try to come up with most likely awful Zutara drabbles.
I prefer B.
"Will you marry me?"
The silence is killing him. It's rushing through his soul, penetrating his heart, suffocating his brain. He's seen her, with Zuko. Seen her kiss him and hug him and…and love him. But he had to ask. Now, he has to know. No matter what the answer might be.
He sees himself in her. A once-child, who ran away from home in search of a better life, different choices. But he wonders if that's enough. He searches her eyes. They are full of pity, and sad determination. Aang is not sure which he hates more.
His heart races faster and faster, as she opens her mouth to speak. What will she say? Now, Aang begins to prefer silence.
"No."
Aang knows now that silence is, in fact, a sound. A terrible one.
Silence is the sound of refusal.
This is what COULD have happened two chapters before this. Ah, Katara, why are you so...compassionate? Review, please!