The Real World
Sometimes Katara's head gets ahead of her and she imagines things she wishes she could just lock away forever and never reminisce.
Her mind makes her think of that night were his life would have been lost if not for that small, inconspicuous amount of water. Or, somehow (almost impossibly so) worse, was that day when Aang went up against The Fire Lord and could have died. Then she would have never been able to make up for what she had said to him that night of the play.
He could have died and left her with all these healing abilities with no one to use it on. He would have left her wondering what could and should have happened. She knew she would have left him in death wondering where he went wrong.
Aang finds her crying sometimes and seems to understand what she's going through; sometimes he imagines what it would have been like if she had died and he'd never been able to hold her, to kiss and love her.
Because there were times when it seemed too real to bear, too real to imagine surviving physically (she had given up surviving it mentally the day her Mom had died). Little things could have gone wrong to make th entire picture, their entire world, destroyed.
But they didn't die and they didn't perish, and they are reminded of that every time they hold each other, with each heartbeat they hear from the other. They are reminded that they're alive and in love whenever they look into each other's wide eyes.
And when their child is born they know everything is right; everything turned out like it was supposed to.
AN: There's so many stories where Aang/Katara dies. I'm so thankful that it never happened in canon; so very happy that I made this clichéd and generic drabble. BOO me. Oh well, thanks for reading and reviews are loved!