Today I woke up and thought, I haven't written enough pain for this DD challenge yet. Let's write some angry angst. Influenced heavily by Joji and TSwift. Also I'm sorry this makes Katara look REAL bad. OOC for sure.
This is Kataang I guess??? Mayhaps canon...
Can You Feel Me?
Zuko tried his best to make it seem like he wasn't purposefully ignoring her- though he was. Oh he was very aware of her presence. She lit up the room. But he just couldn't look at her.
Because she was with him.
So Zuko went around talking to his political allies, making pleasantries, charming everyone he could. Trying to be as far away from them as possible without making it obvious.
But he couldn't help but spare at least one glance. And it was a grave mistake.
Katara was kissing Aang's cheek.
Rage filled him red-hot, and it took all of his willpower to not let every candle in the room burst into roaring flames. He excused himself from the conversation and quickly retreated to the balcony for some fresh air. He needed her out of his mind.
Zuko took a few deep breaths, trying to center himself. He could do this. He had to. He needed to get back in there and-
"Zuko?"
He felt his shoulders stiffen at the voice. Why would she follow him? She knew better than to be alone with him after the last time.
Under all this rage was despair, and bitterness, and betrayal, and loneliness. So many negative feelings- because of her. Because she didn't choose him.
"Zuko, please." Katara begged.
"What do you want from me? Why did you follow me?" He hissed at her.
Zuko turned to her, letting her see the pain she was causing him. He wanted her to feel his pain that she continued to cause. Katara hesitated, rubbing her arm. "I…"
She didn't finish. She never could give him a reason.
"Why did you kiss me?"
He briskly walked past her, leaving her alone on the balcony with his shattered heart.