Inspiration: I'm not a big Kataang fan, but I know people want to read them. :3

Date Written: 12/11/06

Viewpoint: Aang.

Pairing: Aang/Katara

Few and Forever

She drew her finger lightly against his cheek. "Good bye," she whispered. Their eyes met and he couldn't bring herself to anything more.

"Good bye," he returned, but his heart wasn't in it. He did not want her to leave; not at all. This girl was everything to him. What if there was an accident? What if she was hurt, or captured, or even killed? His world would fall apart.

And now, looking at her, he knew he had to let her go, even if it meant worry, gnawing at his gut, for the next month. But really, what was worry if not an emotion of love? They both knew they could not love without worry – without frustration – and without helplessness. He would tolerate these feelings as long as she was gone, and he knew the dedication was mutual.

But in all honesty, what could it he be with love? What could he be with attachment? He was born not to hold Katara dear in his heart, but to save her world.