Yesterday, was a horrible day.
Long story short, I fell while going down some metal stairs, I hurt my butt and arm, and then something bad happened. My VIDEO IPOD broke when I fell. I cried. I complained. And now I am so bored, cause life without music sucks. I have to wait till August when we go back to the states from Bolivia, to fix it.
-sigh- But your reviews cheered me up. Thanks. ...#96 anyone? This is cliché but I am running out of ideas.
Zuko doesn't know where or how he fell in love with her.
But he does know when.
(It was like lightning had struck him blind, and his mind had been blurred. But then, after everything, he knew the gut feeling in his stomach was not a liar.)
With aching bruises all over his body, and cuts that could kill a man, he cracked open his golden eyes.
(An agonizing pain trembled his chest, he felt so vulnerable and miserable, as he felt his ribs be ripped apart leaving him with to gasp for air that he could not reach.)
Then, it was gone.
(The pool of red was washed away, the pain along with it, leaving him more than grateful.)
Faint sobs could be heard, as he finally opened his eyes all the way, and he narrowed them when he saw a blur of blue by his side. The water that had healed him, and the enemies who had attack them, were all gone.
The others came by his side, and he could finally see it was Katara who was crying.
(He wished they would just go away, along with the blue eyed girl's tears.)
Her eyes widened when she him awake, tears of joy streaming down her face. Clutching his shirt, she sobbed into his chest, saying his name over and over again.
"You're alive, you're alive."
For a moment he wondered why he wouldn't be alive, but then again, the scars on her arms and the burns on both their clothing proved otherwise. Katara's hands held his, as the others wondered around to pick the remaining of their scorched belongings.
But she did not move.
A small gasp of air from his lips, as he looked at her with every force of energy from that he had, and simply stated with a small whisper.
"Sometimes, I used to wonder, if anyone would care if I died..."
Katara's squeezed his hands tighter, her wide and sore eyes searching his. Shaking her head, she didn't give him a chance to answer, even if he already knew the answer as of that day. Throwing her arms around his neck, she hugged him tight and didn't let go.
(The answer was as silent as the night, but her hands trembled and his heart thumped even louder.)
Now he knew, reasons like this, always keep him alive.
It was at that very moment, he realized he fell in love with her.