Shortly after the war had ended, Katara returned to Ba Sing Se and visited the place were Jet had been buried. It was in a large, spacious field, the grave having been dug by Smellerbee, Longshot, and the other freedom fighters. Marking the place where his body rested was a small headstone, the words "Jet: A man who died fighting for freedom" carved into its surface.
Katara stared at the grave silently. After a short while, she placed her hand on the stone, slowly tracing the letters etched into it. Why did someone so young have to die so horribly?
"We won the war, Jet," she said, knowing full well he wouldn't respond. Still, she couldn't help feeling disappointed when she didn't hear words of congradulations.
"I miss you," she whispered. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she leaned forward and kissed his headstone.
A gentle breeze blew, and Katara swore she heard him say, "I miss you too."
Author's Notes: Sorry for the unoriginality and cheesey-ness. I've just been dying to write a Jetara fic, ad this is the pathetic result of it. xP
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Avatar' or any of its characters. If I did, Jet would probably still be alive.
