Letter to Yue,
Hey, it's been a week now since you've gone off to be the new moon spirit. That also means it's been a week since I started having trouble sleeping. There's still too much that reminds me of you. Katara and Aang defintely notice the change, and I know they want to help, but I don't know what they can do. Usually I'm restless until I eventually pass out from exhaustion. I thought writing this might help with that. We stopped in town today where I got this paper and ink. There's so much I want to say, yet I don't know what to write. I guess I should start with: I'm sorry. It was my job to protect you and I couldn't. If you were here, you'd probably say that it couldn't be helped, and insist it wasn't my fault. I wish I could believe you. But that's not the only thing I messed up, there's something else that's eating at me. Even though I watched you fade into a spirt, even though the next few days at the Northern Tribe were miserable, I don't feel like you're gone. That misery that followed me everywhere for the past week is gone. Now that we're away from the North Pole, I can imagine going back you'd still be there. I have to remind myself that you won't be there, that you've gone away, that what happened was real. Maybe I'm in denial, and that's why I don't feel the pain as much? At least, that's what I want to think, but what if I'm not in denial? What if I just stopped caring that fast? You said I was the first friend you ever had, and this is how quickly I move on?? You deserved better, and for that I'm sorry. I hope this letter makes it to you.
Your friend always, Sokka
After signing the letter off, Sokka placed it face up next to his sleeping bag. The logical side of himself was insisting how irrational it would be if she could read it.
Except, would it really be crazy to think she could see it? She technically didn't die; she's the moon now. That can't be the same as dying can it? He'd been to the spirit world, and it didn't feel all that different from the regular one (bathrooms aside). But he also couldn't interact with the physical world until Aang came to bring him home.
Besides, what were the odds she could see his letter from the moon let alone read the tiny, scribbled ramblings as words? The moon tonight was a waning cresent, yet the sky seemed brighter than ever. Or was that his imagination too? As ridiculous as it felt, he left the page face up at the sky and used some rocks to hold it in place.
For the first time in a week, Sokka fell asleep without any effort.