"Katara, come with me for a minute."
She looked up at my request, but stood and followed me. I led her to a grove not far from the campsite.
"What is it, Zuko?" she asked.
I jolted awake. Looking around, I realized I was not back in that cursed grove, but in the Fire Palace. Alone.
Groaning softly, I lay back down on the bed. I wouldn't alone it if hadn't been for my stupid mouth. That night, in the grove, I meant to confess something to Katara, but my stupid mouth couldn't form the words.
What good is being the Fire Lord if you can't have the one thing you want most in the world?
Is it just me or does Rascall Flatts write songs perfect for Zutara?