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Okay, it is time. Time for some angst. The next few scenarios will be Zuko's life after Katara's...death. Yeah. Then I'll do a few revolving around Katara. Then we'll continue back to your regular fluff.
Drabble: Three Words
Summary: How he would give anything, anything at all, to have her back and the right words this time.
Warning: Major character death and angst.
Probably 1 of 3 (or) 4.
Their goodbye had been three words.
Three words from each. Each syllable spoken with a scarce whisper, a cracking voice and broken heart.
As he shut his eyes painfully, those words haunted him forever. Shadows would creep behind him, whispering evil things into his ear. They were evil memories, as he would curse himself for the rest of his life. The scar on his face was no match for the one that had torn his soul.
So as he stood, with heavy shoulders, and an empty heart, he would remember those three words.
"Forgive me Zuko..."
Her words came barely above a whisper, as she laid on her dying bed. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she did it, only for him. She held his hand, every ounce of life in her, suffering to just hold that dark hand up. The light in her eyes flickered, vanishing every moment that she stayed awake.
She needed him to know, that this pain that they both were going through, that she was sorry for it. For as every minute passed, and she was so close to leaving this world, she blamed herself for letting this happen to her. For letting this disease infect her body, eating away at her life at every passing moment.
He shook his head.
"No, forgive me."
Her hand fell, colder than the snow from the day he had first laid eyes on her.
She would never know how sorry he was.How he needed her to forgive him.
For all those words he had not said enough. For all the things he had not done quick enough.
And now, forgiveness, for not saying the right three words.