Sokka, Katara, and Aang came toward a large area filled with ashes, where Suki's training area once was. Sokka was carrying the late Suki's stiff, lifeless body. His tears fell on her pale cheeks. He whispered so quietly that Katara and Aang couldn't hear him. "She's still beautiful, even now…"

Katara was walking behind her brother, eyes wet. Aang was with her, of course. He had cried out all of his tears with the three hours they had been there. He was now shaking, limp, and pale. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks stained with tears. She had her arms around him, speaking soft, soothing words to calm him. All Aang could do was nod softly. He was too upset to speak.

Katara was soon digging a grave in the ashes. Sokka and Aang would normally help, but Aang was shaking, leaning against a stump, and Sokka was sobbing over Suki's dead body. The tears simply wouldn't stop. Katara would have been annoyed, but instead stared at the two miserable, tearful boys with sympathy. Just the look on their faces made her want to bawl. But she held it in, for them.

After the hole was big enough, Sokka knew it was time. But he didn't want to let go. He held onto Suki's body, and very faintly said "I owe her so much." and kissed her very gently on the cheek. Then he slowly set her to her grave. "Goodbye…Suki.." he said full of tears. "I'll never forget you, I promise…" Katara put a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder. Another hug would have him crying more; remind him more of his agony. When she squeezed his hand, he looked at her pleadingly.

"Katara...say something…please." He said, his eyes clearly showing how much pain he held in his heart. Katara looked at the ground, then Suki's grave. "Sokka…I can't. I never knew her. I wish I did though, because she seemed very special." Sokka let another tear trickle down his cheek. "She was."

Then he finally fell to his knees. "And I'll never see her again…"

Katara helped him onto his feet, then brought Sokka into a soft embrace. "I know it hurts…but one day, you'll see. Things will get better again." Then Aang stood up, and shook his head. His voice shaky, he spoke "No…it won't be."

Sokka stared at the grave for the longest time, after Katara buried her. Slowly, his sister spoke. "We have to find someone here to tell us what happened. We have to do something." Aang wiped his eyes, afraid to cry again. Then he came close to Katara. "I can't see anymore…I just can't.." Katara nodded in understanding, taking Aang close to her, and wrapping her arms around him. "Aang…he don't have a choice." Then, they set off in the other direction, toward the center of the village, ashes blowing around their ankles in the wind. The smell of death was still in the air.

I know, not quite as good…I was SO busy today. I didn't have much time to write this. But I wanted to keep my promise to you guys. I hope you liked it anyway, the plot has much more to unfold. Keep the reviews coming, they are a huge motivation for me, and mean a lot. I can't thank you all enough.