Disclaimer: I believe I made it apparent in my previous, musical disclaimer, that I own nothing.
Missing You
Time may be an illusion, but he couldn't help feeling that death was not.
He should have seen it coming.
The swamp had shown him someone he would meet, and that person had been Toph. Since then, whenever he saw his earthbending teacher, he had busily pushed away the nagging premonitions.
It hadn't taken much convincing for Aang to believe that because he was the Avatar, he was therefore exempt from the swamp's normal rules.
He wasn't. Over time, he had come to love Toph. This in itself was a wonderful thing, because, unlike Katara, she had returned these feelings.
In the swamp we see visions of people we've lost, people we loved.
It was his fault, too. Why hadn't he listened to hit gut, and protected Toph more? Maybe then she wouldn't be gone right now.
Aang rolled over again, and closed his eyes, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get any sleep.
a/n: You see...I'm an optimist with an inner pessimist who takes control every now and then, and produces things like this.