Wondering

He closed his eyes and felt the wind caress his skin in a cool kiss. The wind smelt sharp, chilly, and fresh. It reminded him of his mother in an odd sort of way. It was soothing. He teetered at the edge of a huge cliff reveling in the fact that all he had to do was take a step to end it all. Forever.

He would be with the mother that this wind so reminded him of. All he had to do was dangle his foot over nothing, feel the great void under it, and let his body follow.

If he did this though, he would always wonder. He would wonder where he would be if he didn't fall, take the easy way out. He would wonder if he would've defeated Azula, if he would've captured the avatar, if he would've been the Fire Lord.

It's this wondering that makes him slowly back away form the cliff and return to a camp where an old man sits, never knowing how close he was to losing all he had.