Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA or any of its characters.
I apologize in advance for the angst... Guess it was just one of those moods.
a123b: Glad you liked it! It was, after all, dedicated to you! :)
She tangled her fingers in his hair, relishing in its thickness. Her lips moved in sync with his as they passionately kissed. Katara could feel his hands on her back, pulling her even closer to him. Both were putting everything they had into that one kiss.
Silent tears poured down her cheeks, only to be smothered by his own face. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying so desperately to forget everything, to escape from it all. She knew he was doing the same.
They knew this was the last. This was the end. Never again would she be able to kiss him like this. Never again would she hold him so close. It was like her heart was soaring and sinking all at the same time.
In the back of her head, she knew this never would have worked. She had known that all the secret meetings, the hasty lies, would have to be stopped. They had duties. Her's to Aang, and his to Mai. It wasn't meant to be. They weren't meant to be.
So that's why they had met here, to share a final moment. A final kiss. One that would be the start of their new lives, and the end of their old hearts.
Katara reluctantly pulled away, breathing harshly. They stayed that way for a while, just holding each other. Than she leaned up to kiss him on his scarred cheek.
"Goodbye, Zuko." She whispered, and then vanished into the night.