Refugee
Aang pulled Toph's bags inside. Gyatso knew something had happened.
"…well?" The old man asked when Aang let go of her bags.
"Toph…got kicked out of her house."
Gyatso gulped. He knew what Aang was about to ask. His old fashioned attitudes jerked his knee as his gut reminded him that a girl staying over a boy's house before marriage was wrong.
"Is she alright?"
"No." Aang shook his head. "She went out for a walk. I don't know when she'll be back. But…I told her she could spend the night here. I'd take the couch."
"Oh! Oh good." Gyatso sighed in relief. That was a little better. "For how long will she stay?"
"Um…we need to talk about that." Aang sat down next to him. Gytaso gulped again.
Toph revisited the open field where her wall used to be. Her wall had been cleaned up, completely removed. There was just a brown hole in the ground now.
She crouched down next to the empty space and moved her hands around the dirt. Proof of her past had vanished. A memeory was all that was left.
She dug down into the dirt a little. Then a little more. Then on the edges. Until she finally found what she wanted.
A small chip of the wall was buried under a few inches of dirt. It was black, like most of the cobblestone used to be. She wiped the dirt off it, put it in her pocket, then left. Not saying, or feeling, anything.
When she got back to Aang's house, Aang was asleep on his musty couch downstairs. Gyatso was nowhere to be seen.
Toph emotions had been overworked. She was numb. She didn't feel anything.
She thanked Aang softly before going upstairs to his bed. He either was asleep and didn't hear here, or pretended to be sleeping. Toph understood the second reason. They both needed rest badly after today.
She put the piece of her wall on the dresser next to her before closing her tired eyes. Then, donning her usual attitude, pretended nothing had happened.
Toph woke up late. Cold breakfast was waiting for her in the kitchen. And cold lunch. She got neither. She didn't leave Aang's bed until 2:00 in the afternoon.
Aang let himself in his room after too much waiting. Toph laid in his bed, awake, looking up at the ceiling and doing nothing.
"I kind of need something." He said as he walked inside.
"Hey. Don't let me stop you." She shrugged. Aang grabbed a few random objects, pretending that he needed them.
"So…how are you?"
"Meh. Lazy. I kinda want to veg-out today."
"Yeah. That's fine." Aang paced in his room for a minute. Toph didn't look at him. "Gyatso said you can stay with us for the summer. I had to beg him, and he's not a hundred percent okay with it. But, still."
"Awesome. Thanks."
"…yeah."
"Yeah…yeah…" Toph gulped. She choked. "He's…he's a…a really good dad." She pulled Aang's pillow over her faced. Soft whimper came out from behind it.
Aang rubbed her belly as she wept. Toph hated that he didn't leave her alone while she did.