She was everywhere.

In his dreams, in his nightmares, she had made an imprint of herself on him forever.

He touched a scar she had given him from their last fight...

"You should go, go!" he had warned.

"Why," she drawled, "should I leave when I have a perfect opportunity to kill you now?"

"I am not your..." he was about to say when a water whip hit him across the jaw, drawing blood. She stood triumphant at the bleeding boy, yet he saw her shudder in guilt.

She was remorseful? He stood and ran away.

He remembered the girls eyes the most, how they had been filled with pain and loss. Was she an orphan? No. She was motherless. Zuko knew the look in her cobalt eyes, as he had seen the same in his own eyes for years after his mother had died. It was funny, how different the two teens were, yet how alike they ended up being.

She was with him always, the girl. Always singing to him, telling him she hated him.

For some reason unknown to him, he wished she didn't hate him. He felt so strong a bond to this girl that he knew, if he were to be close enough to her, he would take her in his arms and protect her until the sun set on his life.

As the boy closed his eyes in slumber, he spoke softly to himself.

"Katara, waterbending master, be with me always, give me strength to leave the grasps of the Fire Nation forever."

Little did he know, that ten miles away in an inn much like the one the boy was in, a girl prayed.

Her blue eyes glittered with unshed tears, her dark hair was still wet from a bath. She looked out of the window at the moon. She was so torn, between the love for her family and the look that a certain young prince had given her. Could it be possible, that through it all, Zuko as the enemy, just wasn't meant to be?