"Is everything okay?"
Looking up at Aang, Katara saw worry in his soft grey eyes. Forcing a smile, she said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… thinking."
He nodded. Reading her unspoken request, he left the room, giving her the privacy she craved. It had felt so odd, thinking her thoughts with him in the room.
They were married, but Katara didn't love him. She had thought she did, but she didn't. At least, not in the way a wife should. In truth, her feelings for him were the same as her feelings for Sokka or their son.
Yes, son. She had a child with him, the man she didn't love. And though she loved her son very much, she couldn't help but wish he had a different father. That he could see her truly happy, with a person she truly loved.
She wanted desperately to escape the relationship, but she couldn't. They had made their vows to stay together forever, and leaving him would have been a disgraceful act everyone would frown upon.
She was trapped. At the age of 21, she felt more confused and helpless than she ever had as a little girl. All because she couldn't understand her emotions.
It had seemed like love. Katara had always admired Aang and been proud of every thing he did, willing to do anything to keep him safe. How was she to know that true love was something you felt inside your heart?
But that didn't matter now. She had made her decision, and she couldn't turn back. All she could do was wish, regret, and pretend to be happy.
Author's Notes: Uhh, yeah. Don't ask. xP Not sure what made me write this.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Avatar' or any of its characters.
