To You I Belong
Sokka pulled at the collar of his formal water tribe robes. The only thing he ever liked about these parties was the seemingly infinite supply of food. Blubbered seal jerky, stewed sea prunes, steamed snow crab, roasted polar leopard, even braised hippocow the feast was endless.
It was the fourth time he'd been to one of these anniversary parties, but he knew he'd never get used to them. All anyone wanted to do was talk about the war, while all he wanted to do was forget it especially that last awful, terrifying day...
"So, how have you been, Sokka?"
Sokka turned to Chief Arno
"Looks like this is it," shouted Sokka, "I don't think Boomerang is coming back this time!!"
Toph couldn't hold it any longer; the tears she was keeping dammed up began to roll freely. She gasped as she began to slip; managing to latch on to Sokka's outstretched fingers. They were hot and sweaty, but through his arm she felt several soldiers approach.
Sokka turned his head to look down at Toph. Even through her sightless eyes, he could tell she was pleading for help. A single tear cascaded down his cheek.
"I'm sorry, Toph. For everything." He choked out.
Even though he whispered it, Toph heard every word, and her heart began to race as th
"I don't think it's a good idea, Toph. He's He's still in shock."
So that's what Katara's been telling everyone to keep them away. It figures. It wasn't like she would ever be honest about something as tragically pathetic as this.
It's not like she can admit that I am in no mood to see anyone, to talk to anyone, to deal with anyone's sympathy. Rage I never knew I had pulses through the veins in my forehead. I squeeze my fists, open them, squeeze them again, reveling in the distracting twinge of pain from my sprained wrist.
If I let the more immediate, flaring pain fade, the other pain would take over. The dull ache from my legs is ba