Two chapters in one day! i'm really excited about all the positive feed back, and i really appreciate all the reviews. Unfortunately, i'm a little busier in the next few days, so i might only get one more chapter up, though i'll try and work on it every day. hope you all enjoy, and keep commenting!


As he silently snapped his glider open and took off from the beach, Aang could feel his entire body course with a rage he had never known before. It was like every beat of his heart pushed more and more anger into his blood, leaving him dripping with the emotion. He couldn't believe the things he'd just heard, especially from Katara. A few years back and he might have been able to calm down and forgive her, but he wasn't the same person he was then. He didn't even call himself a monk anymore.

Gliding through the sky, it slowly dawned on the airbender that he wasn't too sure where he was going, or if there was anywhere he wanted to go. He veered his glider off to the left and began heading home. He felt his anger slowly leaving his body, as if he had exhausted himself of the emotion. While that offered some relief, it left in its place a pain that Aang had become all too familiar with, and his face contorted in an expression of agony.

Upon spotting his house, Aang put his glider into a gradual dive and deftly landed in front of his doorway. He opened the door and walked into his studio. It was quickly becoming his place of solace. As he slumped into the chair, he began to feel all the emotions and memories he'd kept bottled inside himself bubbling over.

Aang felt the sorrow he'd known for so long, felt the pain of having to leave his friends behind for war, and felt his lips on hers. He felt the rifle kicking in his shoulder, felt warm blood splash on his face, and he could almost feel the relief he'd felt when the war ended. But the last thing Aang felt was his world crashing down around him as he walked into the airport terminal, seeing his friends, seeing his arm around her waist as they waved him over. He felt the bitterness begin to seep into his face, began to taste it on his tongue, as if he was there at the airport again.

The young man opened his eyes and realized two things. First of all, he couldn't stay here. He quickly packed a few pairs of clothes and some of the money he had into a duffel bag, and stuffed his precious Maton MS2000 electric guitar into its travel case and left them by the door. The second thing he realized was that he wanted to do something he'd never thought he'd want.

He wanted to hurt Katara.

He wanted her to realize how ignorant she had been last night. He wanted her to know loss like he knew it. He wanted her to know how he felt.

Aang sat down at his desk and began writing out his note. When he finished, colour was starting to return to the sky. It had taken him a long time, but he had aimed every single word at Katara's precious heart. He neatly folded it in three, and left it on the chair where he knew she'd come looking for him.

As Aang shouldered his possessions and left the front door, he realized he had no idea where he was going. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his mp3 player, placing the buds in his ears and setting the songs to shuffle. He smiled as Mr. Brightside by The Killers came on, the lyrics taking on a whole new meaning to him.

Aang started walking down the street, wondering if this was how normal teenagers felt.