Epilogue

I looked up, finding my white ceiling above me. I drenched in cold sweat. Was it all a dream? My mom called my name.

"SAMMY! DISHES!"

I sighed. Not the dishes. I looked to the television screen and first saw Zuko's face. It was his serious face, but I had that feeling he was hiding some kind of pain. I forced myself off the couch and started to walk towards the kitchen. However, before I left the living room, I said, "Don't miss me, Zuko-sweetie."

He looked my way from the television. I knew the animators probably had it made that way. I looked what I had on. My Chinese-style shirt with jeans, but on my arm was Zuko's hair band. I looked back to the television and Zuko wasn't on the screen anymore. Is someone messing with me?

Anyway, I took out my braid and put my hair up with Zuko's hair band, which went into the hair of my ponytail like silk. Rushing to the kitchen, I washed the dishes. Humming, I heard a small squeal and looked behind me. Hah, the garden hose sprayed the girl next door; she's really smart. HAH, whatever.

I finished washing the dishes and walked back to the TV. I saw Zuko again and I smiled.

You know, you can never be tired of dorks like him. Hey, that's cool. Quote that for me, won't ya?

Wait a second… what's up with the TV. It's flashing again. WHOA, the egg smell… lookit that bunny running past screaming 'I'M LATE! I'M LATE!' Now some dark evil-looking fog is swirling towards me. Oh, look, it's the reaper! Hey, what's up, reaper? Now I'm being sucked into this… fog. Awesome. Well, it feels a little like I've done this before. Oh well, I wonder where I'm going!

Aang slammed his hand on the nearest tree. Katara placed her hand on his shoulder for support… for him and herself. Tears were falling from both of their cheeks. The rest of the group was pulling together somewhere else. "I should've stopped her! I caused another death."

"Aang, it was her choice. She would've no matter what we would've said," Katara assured, trying to convince herself that she couldn't help it. They had found of their friend's death from a nearby trade station. The grief of losing their friend shook the entire group into tears.

Katara pulled Aang into a sweet hug, but none of them could enjoy it. They were comforting each other because they had not even said a goodbye to her.

"It's not your fault. We tried our best," Katara assured, pulling Aang closer. They both continued to cry in each other's arms.

Angrily, Haru threw boulders into the ocean. He couldn't get the image of his new cheerful friend dying for Zuko. NO, she couldn't have. She must've been forced! Haru was on the brink of suicide. He hadn't told her what he felt. It wasn't until now what he knew what it was. As we all know, you never know what you have until you lose it.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Haru said, giving up and sitting down. Tears fell down his cheek also. Stopping himself from crying anymore, he put on a stern face as best as he could. "I should've told you. I should've known sooner."

"I wish I could've told you… that I…" he paused, embarrassed to say it for a moment.

"That I love you..."

"It's alright, I got that feeling she'll be coming back soon," Sokka stated, standing from a far off tree. Haru glanced up, embarrassed and angry. To admit his love, it wasn't a time for others to listen. It was something for him to assure himself. Not to anyone else.

"Don't get all mad at me. I'm sad too, you know," Sokka replied, not looking like he was sad at all. Haru made a small grunt, giving Sokka all he needed to hear. Smiling, Sokka walked over to Haru.

"Just come with us then. Maybe, we'll find her again."

Haru nodded, ever so slightly and Sokka left him alone.

"Maybe we will…"