AUTHORS NOTE: I know this chapter is extremely short, I'll update again today. Just felt bad i havent updated in a while. Really sorry.
Aang's POV
"WHAT!" I yelled. "W-Why would he do that?" He kissed her. Probably because she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but still. He was fine with burning her arm only a little more than a week ago. "Well it didn't mean anything." I swallow and repeat more hesitantly, "To you, it didn't mean any-"
Katara cut me off by pressing her lips to mine. (A/N: I'm really bad at describing this stuff) "I'm gonna try to heal this eye a bit more, I already did it once, and it helped. A lot."
I smiled fakely, trying not to think about Zuko kissing Katara. "So why did he let you come down here?"
She hesitates. "I think-you know, my injured eye, his injured eye, same place. I think he felt genuinely sorry." She pauses. "He apologized. A lot." Katara run's her fingers through her long dark hair, letting a few strands come loose.
"I'm sorry, Katara. For bringing you into any of this. If I had just not been in your life-"
"-than my life wouldn't be nearly as much of a life. You taught me how to be alive, Aang," she says warmly. I squeeze my eyes shut and hug her. "You taught me how to be alive, Aang." But you might not be alive as long as you could be, because of me. We stay embraced in each other's arms for a long time.
"Times up!" Yells a fire bender with a gruff voice. He grabs Kataras arm roughly and pulls her out.