The first time that she had ever fallen in love had been with her enemy. She was repulsed and terrified by her emotions, but they were there, and she was unable to ignore them. When he began to fight beside her, however, she cursed their differences to hell and allowed their fledgling romance to blossom.
The first time that she made love had been under the full moon on the eve of the final battle. Although purity until marriage was an essential custom of her tribe, it hadn't mattered to her. If she had only this one last night to live, she would live it the way she chose to, unhindered by custom and tradition.
The first time her heart had been broken was by the same boy that she had first loved. He was betrothed.
The first time she felt the stirring of a baby within her, she had cried. Her child would never have a father, for Zuko was married to another woman on that day.
The first time she held her son in her arms, the only thing that she could think about was just how much he looked like his father. The golden eyes of her little boy haunted her, for he peered at her with Zuko's gaze.
The first and only time that Katara was married, the man she loved had been in the crowd. Aang held her hand and whispered the words of his love for her, she had been unable to return them.
She had shared so many firsts with Zuko, so how could she force her feelings for him to end?