Silence
The moon was so beautiful as it illuminated the area with her gentle smile. Her grace lightening the darkness of the night and the stars danced around her as if she was Queen of the Night. Well, she was a princess after all. She was the princess that had more honor as she sacrificed her mortal life for her people in return for an eternal being watching over the world. He lay awake at the campsite, staring up at her. If he closed his eyes, he could basically see her in front of him with her velvet skin and long beautiful white hair. And her eyes, those breaths taking ocean blue eyes that swept the young water bending warrior off his feet at first sight. The campfire had long since died, the only light coming from the moon. To many it was just a rock that comes out at night and brightens up their paths. To waterbenders, the moon was a source of bending and life. However, he thought that she was his world, his light, and his first true love. A love taken from him before they were ready. The water tribe warrior sighed, readjusted himself so his arms were behind his head like a pillow. He missed her with every fiber of his being. She was his first love, and every night after his companions had fallen asleep he would lay awake and star at her and pretend. He would pretend she was right there beside him, wrapped in his arms after a long day of travel. It was ironic. The day she confided her love for him was the day her duty separated them forever, Now and then he could hear her voice and feel her with him. He could almost hear her whisper, "I love you." And he would proclaim his lover and devotion back to her.
His thoughts were interrupted when Aang spoke in his sleep. "I don't want a Hogmonkey toy." He mumbled before turning over and sleeping again. He was such an odd kid, but Sokka loved him like a little brother. The older boy stood, chuckling as he moved from the campground. There was so much on his mind, and it didn't look right to be 'talking' to himself. The last thing he needed was the other two to think of him as crazy. The water tribe warrior wove in and out of the trees, roaming for about five minutes before settling into a clearing he found not far from the camp. It was mostly shaded by trees, but there was one moon spot in the center of the clearing. It was like she was calling to him. Mesmerized, Sokka walked towards the light. "Yue," he whispered, letting the moon shine bathe over him. "Beautiful Yue," he clenched his eyes shut, his bottom lip slowly quivering. Inside his heart was slowly breaking into small pieces of a puzzle that he was never sure that would be put back together. "I failed you. I wasn't able to protect you." He fell to his knees, silent tears dripping down his handsome face. "I am so sorry." The breeze rustled the trees, as if it was speaking to him. Comforting him. Sokka looked grief stricken up at his lover, his addiction, his life. The light that he watched die in his arms. And at this moment, when he was on his knees in heart retching pain, there was silence.