A/N: I should apologize for not updating. Lack of inspiration totally kills my motivation to write. Luckily I got the idea for this little piece of crap and I now get to share it with you!


Zuko had hoped it wouldn't come to this. That the last shred of their peace wouldn't have been severed by the complications of a world at war. Cold winds blew around them and seemed to have made the emptiness he felt deepen. He looked across from him at the girl he had come to care for. He should have said something to her, should have said three little words that could've changed her mind. He didn't and he couldn't. The words rested at the tip of his tongue, but the hollow look in the girl's eyes froze his lips shut.

There wasn't anything he could say at that point.

"I don't know what to say." He told her, turning from her gaze in shame. It shouldn't have been that hard to confess to her.

Katara sighed closed her eyes for moment to keep the tears at bay. When she opened them, she saw the man she had come to love staring at her as he stood there at a loss for words. It had been foolish to hope that he would say it. That he would tell her what she needed to hear.

"It's okay," she said. "I know what we are—and I know what we are not." With one last glance in his direction, she turned and left the Prince behind.

Zuko watched her go, cursing himself for for the loss of the girl he loved.

No, the end shouldn't have been that hard.

There shouldn't have even been an end.

Their love should've lasted, but it didn't. All because of him.

For once in his life Zuko had wished he would've just said what he wanted to.