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Oh man. I promised myself I wasn't going to do another angst chapter, until I hit the 70's. But I lied. So uh...er...more angst! -throws confetti- It's divided into sections, which separate it by time. You'll get it.

//the death.

She wished she could have said that the day they won the war was a happy day. Oh how she wished.

But that would be a lie.

She mourned for the bodies of men and woman around her, never to get up again. And she didn't even know who they were. But the tears she cried were for everything the war had taken away from her. From them. Each drop of blood and tear screamed the name of a person they lost, loved, and lived for.

So when she laid over his body, she cried more than she could ever remember. The world seemed to hush, silence covering them like a blanket like the coating of blood splattered all over them.

For the first time in both their lives, his body felt so cold.

//the unforgotten

That day had been engraved into her memory, and in the entire world.

As children of every nation giggled and ran around together, the past seemed to be forgotten.

But she never did. Never once did she forget him, forget the way his eyes glimmered in front of the fire. Or the warmth of his hands or even the way he breathed. The closest they had even been was a warm hug, a hug of friendship.

But she wanted so much more.

So she said it to herself everyday, that he was nothing but a friend and no more than that, a lost friend with most beautiful golden eyes...

Even on her wedding day she had to force these lines out of her mouth.

//the awakening

A letter in the mail came, from the Dragon of the West, from his very old loving Uncle.

His Uncle had found it in his things, in his pack from before the battle. He only had the heart until now to open it and go through it.

Sure enough, a letter with her name was found.

Her dark hands trembled when she tore open the one year old letter, from the man she had watched die. Inside with black ink, a simple line. A simple line that she would remember forever, till the very day that she died.

Katara, you little peasant, I've fallen in love with you.

Tears formed and fell from her eyes, landing on the name she had loved just one year ago.

-Zuko

The letter began to wrinkle as her fists shut closed and she screamed into her hands, tears streaming down her face. This letter, brought back memories have that horrible day in history, of the way he looked at her with those dying eyes.

Now the date on the letter, one day before the Day of Black Sun, before the greatest battle in history, would haunt her forever in her dreams.

Her husband came in, with gray eyes so unlike the golden ones that she missed, asking what was wrong.

She just shook her head, and hid the red and blue necklace that had been inside the letter.