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Title: Dead
Summary: They called him heartless, and they were right. For how could he be alive, when he felt so dead?
Warning: Character Death, (still Katara), and angst.
The day she was gone, they had called him heartless.
As he sat on that throne, still as a stone, he stared them down with the golden eyes that she had fallen in love with. He did not move, he did not think, he only remembered. For that was all he did lately. He would sit and try to remember her, the touch of her skin, her scent, and even the way her kisses felt.
But it seemed even his memories were starting to disappear like her laughter that had once filled the palace.
He shut his eyes storing the memories in his mind, trying to grab them before they vanish into a universe of blackness, where they would be lost forever. The hand hiding behind his sleeve, gripped that blue necklace until his knuckles turned deathly white, his facing turning pale.
Anyone watching would not notice the difference in him, and nobody ever did.
For they will never the know the battle fighting inside him, fighting to save that last part of him, before it all went out of control. Before he went insane, and completely, absolutely, dead.
Those people, those people who would never understand, they were so right.
He was heartless.
How could he have a heart, if he felt so dead?
When she left the face of the earth, he had died also. His heart had broken, and somewhere along the line began to stop beating. So as it was left shattered, and gone, just like her, he never did feel it beat again. For without her here, there really was no need to. Every breath he took, he cursed it. For it was the only thing keeping him alive and not her.
Only one thing inside him kept from being declared truthfully dead.
It was his fire.
The power inside him still breathed and danced, moving through his veins.
But even that too, was becoming duller and distant by the day.