Story Title: Shattered
Rating: T
Pairings: Implied Zutara and Kataang
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Avatar: The Last Airbender themes or characters. That is all owned by Nickelodeon.
A/N: Sister-story to Just Enough Hope in Katara's point of view. Umm, I couldn't decide if its Zutara or Kataang, so its all a little jumbled and I couldn't stop writing so everyone enjoy. Haha, if you really can.
-Solar Beam
Shattered:
Betrayed.
The feeling wouldn't go away.
It had melted into her.
Making her feel weak.
Sick.
Destroyed.
Broken.
Quiet.
Sad.
Angry.
He had betrayed her.
She had trusted him.
Couldn't she trust a single man?
Couldn't she trust without being broken?
Shattered?
She had thought he had changed.
But, she supposed…
Change couldn't have come so easily to him.
Certainly not.
But he had seemed so sincere.
He had seemed so…
No, not sincere.
Ashamed.
He had seemed ashamed.
She had yelled at him mercilessly.
She had yelled,
Confronted him…
With all her emotions.
He had taken it…
He had taken it well.
Unbearably well.
He had spoken to her.
So softly, had he spoken to her.
'I'm sorry'.
That was all it had taken…
Wasn't it?
For all her pains to just disappear.
Why had she been crying anyways?
She hadn't cried when she told Jet.
She hadn't cried when she told Haru.
She hadn't cried like that for a while.
She couldn't remember when.
What had it been?
Seeing him so suddenly shoved into her life.
It was that.
She had been caught off her guard.
Just as she had been when she was ambushed.
Just as she had been…
Just as she had been when he had attacked Hope.
The only Hope they had left.
She had screamed at him.
Told him her thoughts.
She had nearly cured him.
And for what?
For what?
For him to go break everything?
To make it shatter?
Just…shatter.
He shattered everything.
He was no longer a considered ally.
He was not even considered an enemy.
He was nothing.
He was but a piece of dirt on her robes.
He was a fly in her soup.
The eyelash in her eye.
The stone in her path.
He was…
The butterfly eaten by the toad.
Yes, he was the butterfly.
A caterpillar turn anew.
A caterpillar turned new into a beautiful butterfly.
That ended its rein the instant it attacked Hope.
Her Hope was new.
Stronger.
Braver.
More angry.
But he had control.
Control against his anger and his power.
He could do it.
She felt for sure now.
He held the power in the palm of his hand,
And is now able to control it.
Contort it.
War and death,
Into peace and life.
She felt it.
The end was near.
So near.
Everything would turn alright.
But then the moment she thought of this,
The moment her mind turned to the Butterfly and the Toad.
And how her Hope was nearly shattered forever.
And then it would lead to the Butterfly alone.
And how he had been so soft toward her.
Even when she had insulted him.
Even when she had simultaneously
Accused him of the source of her pain.
He had looked on,
Listened,
Learned,
And he had asked forgiveness.
Forgiveness that, perhaps, he didn't even need to ask for.
Because it wasn't his fault.
Just his Blood's.
And then she would think,
Of that old man with the beard and braid.
The one who had,
The instant their cell was broken and she had run to Hope,
Had instantly run to the scarred Butterfly.
He had hugged him tightly.
And she had hugged Hope tightly.
Her Hope would always come for her.
And she told him so.
And Hope replied in a hug.
Before it was shattered so utterly completely.
Destroyed.
Only to be revived once again by its young ward.
By its Love.
Love Lost and Gained at the same time.
Shattered.
That's what it was she felt.
Shattered.
Not betrayed.
Just shattered.
And tired.
How long had she been up?
She couldn't know the time.
It was too late.
But her mind wouldn't leave the Butterfly.
The Toad.
Or Hope.
No, it wouldn't let her be.
What was she in all this?
Was she just Hope's ward?
Or was she Life?
For she had given Hope new Life,
And had given the Butterfly new Life as well.
But perchance, she was Love.
For she had given and taken away the Love of Hope,
And given new Love to the butterfly.
What was she in all this?
Perhaps she was just the shattered pieces.
Needed in the story,
But just the leftovers of a battle lost and won.
She wasn't perfect,
She was all messed up.
She couldn't think right.
She hadn't given Love.
She had merely taken it.
She must be Life.
Just a Shattered Life left in the ruins of a story.
The missing pages.
Torn.
Burned.
Destroyed.
Lost.
Found.
Gained.
Removed.
And then…
Just Shattered.