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Zuko looks at me. I fake a smile so he won't see.
He left. Just a few months ago we were dating. Things were great. We were in love.
Or, at least that's what I thought. A few weeks ago, he ended it. Told me it was going nowhere, he wasn't happy, and not in love. Like I was.
We stayed friends. There was no reason not to. It's not like I could ever hate him.
He's happy with her. I can see it in his eyes, the way he talks about her. That shine is unmistakable. I saw it my own eyes only a few months ago. I saw it dies and disappear only a few weeks ago. I bet she's beautiful, that girl she talks about. And she's got everything that I have to live without.
I laugh with him, a hollow sound to my ears, and I vaguely wonder if he heard it. I vaguely wonder if there is anyone else who didn't.
I also wonder if he knows that he's all I think about at night.
A headache forms. I ignore it. I've been ignoring it for quite a while now. Every time I see him, it seems that headache just comes back, worse than ever.
I don't know why I keep hoping, dreaming, wishing, that he'll come back. Oh, he'll see the light. No. No he won't. And that sinks me even deeper into my headache. My headache I find is also centered somewhere in my chest.
Zuko walks by me. Can't he tell that I can't breathe? She'd better hold him tight, and give him all of her love, look in those beautiful gold eyes, and know she's lucky–he deserves that much.
I watch him go, staring longingly before catching and reprimanding myself. Acquaintances ask if I'm alright. It takes me a moment, but I find my voice.
"Fine. I'm fine. I just...need to go."
I walk out the doors and head home alone.
I go inside, and I turn out the light, I knock his picture down, and maybe get some sleep tonight...
Cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
and he's all I need to fall into...
Zuko looks at me. I fake a smile so he won't see how jealous I am of Katara.
Song: Teardrops On My Guitar by Taylor Swift
Yeeaah. This one just wanted to be written while I was sitting on the computer typing another fanfiction (sorry, it isn't SoB--I'm lazy as hell), so I did. I'ts fail, but whatever. And yes, this is from Mai's point of view. All of the one's I've written so far have had Mai be all bitchy and lame, so this one is like a Mai tribute-thing to how sad she is, and how we should feel sorry for her--that is, that she gets no hot Zuko lovin', as my sister said. Please Review!