I know this is really short, but i'll have the next chapter up later today. hope you all like it.

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Katara walked up to the front door and turned the knob. It wasn't locked as usual, so she just pushed it open and went inside. "Hey, it's me." She called out, though no one replied. She wasn't all that surprised though, and started walking through the house.

She felt terrible about the night before, but was still angry with Aang. Why Aang was so resentful was beyond her. A scowl spread across her face as she remembered the fight they'd had. They'd argued about Jet a few times since he had returned, but never like that. That's why she had come here.

Finally turning the last corner, Katara entered Aang's studio room, where he spent most of his time these days. She swept her eyes across the room, taking in the art plastered over the walls. Most of it was abstract art, but it all had a macabre quality to it. She decided to announce her presence in case she startled him.

"Aang, we need to talk." She said as she completed her visual sweep of the room. Her eyes came to rest on the chair where he was usually playing guitar. However, instead of seeing the back of his bald head and tattoo, she saw a note left by the empty chair and guitar stand.

She walked over to it, slowly picking it up and unfolding it. As the young woman began to read it, she could feel her heart breaking into a thousand pieces. Even after she had finished, and felt it drop from her numb hands, she stood there, shaking as tears streamed down her face.