Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar, any brands of candy, futurama, or anything else you might try to sue me for. Please don't steal my plot, I do own that.
A/N: I don't know anything about the Festival of the Dead. Please don't flame me for getting it horribly wrong.
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Fire Lord Zuko had been preparing for this night since it happened a little less than two months ago. He knew he still wasn't prepared for it.
The Festival of the Dead rang through his kingdom. People in colorful masks all seemed to blur together to form a surreal dance of shapes and color.
Zuko turned away from the scene and walked through his palace. He stopped by his son's room on the way, and picked the small sleeping child up, holding him in his arms. His son curled into his father's warm chest and Zuko smiled down upon him.
The Fire Lord then continued through the palace until he finally made it out into the gardens. Fireflies fluttered everywhere, spreading an ethereal glow in the night.
As the moon reached its peak, Zuko braced himself.
Standing before him, his wife's spirit looked at him with sad eyes.
"I wanted to say goodbye. I brought our son, so he could say goodbye to his mother as well. He fell asleep. I...I love you so much, Katara." Zuko whispered his voice cracking. He let out a sob as her ghostly hand first touched their son's face and then moved to cup his cheek. He could almost feel her. Almost.
She put her lips as close to his as she could, and it was almost like they had kissed.
Then with a flutter of wings, a burst of fireflies shot through into the night sky.
Katara's spirit gave her loving husband one last look before following the most beautiful and saddest glow a person would ever see. She followed it into the afterlife.