Zuko stood in front of his uncle's grave, a bouquet of bright red fire blossoms in his hand. Two days ago, Iroh had passed away. An hour ago they'd had his funeral. And tomorrow, Katara was coming for her annual visit.
"I'm sorry you won't be able to see the surprise I have planned for her," Zuko said to the gravestone. It was weird, being the person to start a conversation. His uncle had always done that.
After a moment of silence, Zuko said, "I'm finally going to propose, like you told me to."
More silence. God, this was awkward. Zuko hoped no one would come by and think he was crazy.
"She's going to be very sad when she hears what happened to you," Zuko said solemnly. He was surprised he himself wasn't grieving. It made him feel so heartless, like Azula when their mother died.
A cold breeze blew, rustling the leaves of the many trees in the cemetery.
"I'm going back to the palace," Zuko announced, placing the red blossoms on his uncle's grave.
He did the same thing everyday, going to his uncle's grave after dinner and leaving an hour later. And every time, he brought the same red flowers, piling them around Iroh's grave.
Author's Notes: Why do I keep killing Iroh? I feel so mean, but I just keep making him dead in my fics.
Not sure how happy I am about this one... Tell me what you think, 'kay?
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar or its characters. If I did, the fans would kill me for killing Iroh. DX
