He wanted to rise, he wanted to yell. He wished to more than just sit here, and let her get away. His smile faltered when he found her gaze upon him, and he resisted the urge to run up and steal her away. They'd go far far away. Away from this place, away from it all. He'd like it. Having a small reason to smile, the lopsided grin returned just not near as little.

He felt his spine tingle, and he felt himself slowly slip into the Avatar State. Emotions whirled in his bladed head, rampaging across his tortured brain. He focused intently upon something, desperately trying not to go into the destructive state. So he focused on her. Katara.

How long had he secretly desired for affection? Longer than he could remember. Perhaps it had started when she first held him, holding him like an angel. He almost thought he had died, only to remind himself he was the Avatar. Even that gloomy thought did not shred the light that burst through him. She was a motherly, mot assumed that would mean she thought of him as a younger brother. She did not, he was sure of it. He could not miss the look of utter sorrow when she looked his way, before it faded quickly into her tanned mask

Something akin to anger was in his eyes, as he glanced toward Zuko. His face was solemn, not loving. He wished will all his might when he opened his eyes, there would be no armored once banished Prince next to Katara, but himself. He loved her, but as usual he was too late. He felt as if a bison was balancing upon his temple, a pounding head ache racking his poor head. Putting his pain off to the side, he followed Zuko's gaze, only to widen slightly when he realized who exactly Zuko was looking at.

She was that dagger lady, the one with the sharp nails, and who nearly killed them multiple times. He had a scar on his arm and torso to prove it, and Sokka had numerous ones. From what he learned, she had been chasing Zuko aswell. Why would he care for her anyway? He spotted a flicker of emotion in her normally stoney face, and it was pain. Hurt beyond belief she stared up at Zuko, her eyes unwaveringly focused upon the Prince. He tore his eyes away, feeling the ache of his head ache returning. It all seemed to fade away however, when he found tears dripping down Katara's face.

It took all self control he possessed in his tall body not to run up there and glide her away. He grasped the arm rest tightly, with so much strength it seemed he would have broken it. "Katara,"The Avatar whispered, only a voice in the wind, not loud enough for anyone but himself to hear.

He had felt pain before, he was sure of it. During the fight with Lord Ozai he had nearly died, his arms, and legs broken, his faced marred. He had experienced pain then, but this was nothing like the pain that spread through his body. No one was physically harming him, but the sight of the pair underneath the glorious arch made pain shoot through his body like never before, numbing his body. He felt hot, stinging tears drip down his face, but quickly he wiped them away with the sleeve of his robes. As he stared up at the two once more, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, even more so as Katara reluctantly retorted."I do,"

(AN/) I hate, hate, hate, this chapter. Really. But I'm going to post it anyway, I might replace it. I need your opinion. Keep it or no?

Thanks all you reviewers! Eight reviews in twenty hours. Thanks.

Either Mai or Zuko's Pov is coming next.