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Title: Gone
Summary: They were gone. All gone. Just. Like. Her.
Warning: More angst and death. (Katara)
3 of 3. (Next is Katara.)
He never did dream about her.
It was all he ever wanted to do, longed for, and desired. But dreams had left him, like the empty spot on the bed next to him, alone and cold. Even his fire, powerful as it was, could not warm his empty heart.
No matter how hard he tried, he was never able to dream. Falling asleep was a challenge itself, for darkness would overcome him and the moon would only bring her eyes into his vision.
Stiffly, he laid in the moist grass, staring up into the night sky that reminded him so much of her.
Each star sparkled in the sky, glistening back down at the world. The darkness of the night surrounded him, covering the emptiness in his heart from the rest of the world. With the moon above him, he felt so alone.
In fact, he wanted to be alone.
Just him and only him. With the waves that matched her eyes and moon that was her soul.
So he counted the stars. Each numerous, with a story to tell. His hard eyes stared at them, his gaze never faltering. His permanent frown rested on his unsmiling lips, as he pointed each star in his head. As he saw each star, he tried to think of a memory of her. Any, one for each star.
Nothing.
He came with nothing. For all the memories of her were gone. As the years had passed, and time still moved on. Each and every single one had vanished, disappearing into the darkest corners of his insanity and this cruel world.
So he held that necklace, never letting go of it. He did not leave anywhere without. It was always in his hands, for he would die for that dirty, ripped, piece of jewelry. In his sleep, it rested on his chest, above his once beating heart.
Because if he lost it, it would be gone and so would his very existence of his life.
Just like everything else.
Like his heart, his ability to love again, and even his dreams.
Just like her.