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"You were talking again last night," Aang said drily as she came down to the breakfast table.
His wife sat down beside him. "What do you mean, dear?" she asked, kissing his cheek.
"You were saying his name. Again."
"Oh. I don't remember," she said, shrugging.
Aang didn't answer her. "If you don't love him, you'll stay with me. But just know," he said, pushing a stack of papers against her right arm, "that I will not keep you here if you don't love me." He took a pen from his pocket and laid it on top of the pile.
Katara watched as her husband pushed his chair back and left the room without a backwards glance.
She looked down at the papers on the table. Divorce papers. His name was neatly signed above an empty line that was surely meant for her.
"What have I done?" she murmured.
A small part of her wanted to stay with her husband. In time, she was sure, they could be happy again. But she knew she could never love him in that way again.
The larger, more practical part of her wanted to be with the one she truly loved. They had always been a good match, stubborn as they both were.
She picked up the pen and signed by the 'X'.
A/N: I don't think Aang would actually divorce Katara. But this is my mind, so he does. He'd probably just pretend to ignore it for as long as he could.