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Sorry, know you guys like the super!cute!fluff! But yeah, had to do this. It's been picking at my brain.

Oh and take a look at a oneshot I did, revolving around Iroh. no pairing in it or implied. It's called, "The Necklace". Take a look at it, not my best, but I'm fairly okay with it. I'd really like it if you reviewed it and gave my your personal opinion...

She had been running, running for her life, ever since one had been taken from her.

It had been a merciless run, her heart beating, the world blurring her senses and driving her insane. As she ran that race, the race for survival, lies and truth had been mixed. And everything had been confused.

Her blue eyes had only seen the pain, the negative, and only the horrors. Only the faces of scarred enemy's, that brought the memories to life again, and only the screams of terror. Blood and tears had been the only way she remembered things. Blood and tears.

Each year in her life, was either a step forward or backwards. Always a tug of war between the happy times and the painful times. It was never in between, for it never stopped.

But one day, she stopped. She stopped for the first time in years, the race coming to a halt.

Gasping for the air. Digging her feet into the ground. Lungs clawing their way to breath.

Now, her blurry world had paused.

The screams that echoed in her head, the images and memories that teared through her soul, and the once loathed enemies now seemed to fade away and vanish.

She had never seen it before, for her running had only made her over see it, never taking a moment to truly see it.

Right before her eyes, was a boy. A boy, with some of the same heart breaking pains, and some ever far worse, a boy who had ran the same race, and sitting her right now, had just come to a pause just like her.

Her world for the first time in years, was still.

And for once she heard words of truth, coming from a man, not a monster she had thought he was.

"The Fire Nation took my Mother away from me..."

"I'm sorry..."

"That's something we have in common."

Now, with the race of time and war that had caused her to be so blind, gone, she could truly see him for the first time.

A boy. With a heart. And a scar, she could have healed.

It was only then, she wished she had stopped running sooner.

If you were confused, the 'running race' is a metaphor. Yeah, I like metaphors.

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-karen