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Chapter Ninety-Two: All That I Have Edit
His heart pounds, a drum of war.
I’m ready for this.
His grip on his staff tightens.
What if I don’t come back?
I have to tell her.
He opens his mouth. “Katara, I—” but she already begun to speak: “Aang, I—”
He pauses and looks away, towards the ocean.
Push and pull.
Life and death.
Yin and yang.
He can feel his heart thrumming so strongly, and he is certain that she, too, can hear it. His throat pulsates with the beat.
You have to tell her.
“You go first.” His voice sounds so calm in comparison to the storm within.
She smiles and puts her left hand on her shoulder. “We’ve been through so many things together,” she tells him, and her voice is so tender so soft, “and I’ve seen you grow up so much.” He blushes, and the pink lights up his cheeks; his heartstrings coo a sweet harmony. “You’re not that little goofy kid I found in the iceberg anymore,” she explains, and he can see the tears shimmering in her eyes. So blue.
Like the sky and the sea.
Like the water and the wind.
He finds that he can’t look at her, or he’ll embarrass himself even further; he glances back at the ocean.
After today everything it’s going to change so much. The War’s going to be over. We’re finally going to be together. Forever.
His heartstrings have shifted to a simple theme.
A love song.
The . . . the traditional Air Nomad love song.
The Sky and the Sea.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m really proud of you.”
“Everything is going to be different after today, isn’t it?” he asks, his voice soft.
She inclines her head. “Yes, it is.”
The fear that has plagued him for what feels like forever strikes into his heart. “What if . . .” He lowers his gaze and closes his eyes; his heart pounds painfully against his chest, as if it, too, is attempting to escape his inevitable fate. His heartstrings leap to the highest note and quiver there. “What if I don’t come back?”
Her eyes widen; she seems surprised by his question. “Aang don’t say that. Of course you’ll—”
Aang. It’s now or never.
He puts his hand onto her shoulder and stands up onto his tiptoes until he is nearly her height.
And if the sky could love the sea . . .
Then a bird could love a fish.
His heartstrings quiver.
He feels her hot breath upon his lips, and then he can contain his desires no longer, and he presses himself against her. His lips touch hers, and he is in heaven.
Pure, sweet heaven.
His heartstrings play in earnest, a sweet, simple melody, one that shows not the pleasure he receives but the love that he gives.
He gives her all that he has.
His heartstrings play on.
Finally. The moment you've all been waiting for.
For which you have all been waiting.
This has been my most requested chapter since the conception of ABCLAF . . . so I pulled it from being one of the first chapters - Seeking Solace - to this one. Hah! To use an Internet meme . . . u mad?
Wow, I almost keeled over from writing that horrific piece of grammar and spelling feces.
"His grip on his staff tightens." -> Now, rereading it, I realize . . .
"Push and pull.
"Life and death.
"Yin and yang." -> Katara is his yin, and Aang is her yaang.
"Like the sky and the sea.
"Like the water and the wind." -> A major theme of ABCLAF.
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