eyes,
bright, lovely, blue, so blue-
.
"Aang,"
She whispers, soft, sweet airy,
He can feel the wind bring her soul with his pull, his command-
"Aang,"
And he's lost, oh so lost, the universe will fall, the elements will melt, with one word,
"Aang."
But he doesn't care, not anymore.
Not when she's in his arms like this, not when she's whispering like this, not when she has the power over the stability over the spirit world and the physical world, not him-
Not like this,
"Aang…"
Not when she leaves him like this.
"I'm sorry."
Not when she leaves with him-
"Zuko…"
-with the cotton clouds falling.
.
