Disclaimer: although this fic has heavily illusions and referencing to suicide I am in no way condoning nor encouraging it. If you find yourself in this mindset or situation know that it is not the solution and please reach out to these resources:
https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
Stay safe and although it doesn't feel like it, it will get better.
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"I ended up with the most gorgeous boy in the world," Toph says. She's beginning to fade, her form shimmering under the moonlight. She reaches up to touch his face. "I love you, Sokka. I love you."
"I love you, too," Sokka replies thickly. His tears are falling heavily now. Having her for a few minutes more has only made him feel worse. "I love you. I love you. I love you!"
She goes to kiss him, and she's almost there before her form gives way completely, and he's left sobbing and wailing and hugging himself, the wind picking up as though it has just gained another soul to watch over the world. He doesn't know how he feels about that, but he does know how he feels right now. Sad. Very sad, and angry, and heartbroken. He's never felt this way before, all these things at once. It overwhelms him, sucking out his soul. He curls into a ball, shaking with violent tears.
How he had longed for a glimpse of her, to feel her presence one last time over these last few weeks! How he had mourned for her, guilt slowly choking him to death. But seeing her, really seeing her, has only brought more pain. Now he knows she's truly gone for good. It hits him, all at once, laying there in the graveyard in front of her tombstone.
Toph will never be with him again. She will never wake up in the morning and feel the warm sun on her face, or feel the brush of winter against her cheek. She will never taste the food that he so loved to make, and will never laugh at herself and her sorry attempts at cooking. She will never listen to Katara's playlist, or play soccer with Zuko, or gossip with Suki, or chat with Aang. She will never again complain about her parents, or be late to her classes. She will never feel Sokka again, never smirk at him with her special smile, never blush under his gaze, never lace their fingers together, never kiss his lips. She is gone from his life forever.
She's gone.
And Sokka begins crying all over again; not for Toph this time, but for himself.
How is he supposed to do this without her?
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Katara rushes home one day about a month after Toph's death. She knows that her brother doesn't like it when she is at home, but she doesn't like to leave him alone. After all he's been through.
He goes on walks most days, though where he wanders off to she hasn't a clue. He did go to her grave one day, but it must have been a lot to take in. He wouldn't speak of it.
She turns onto her street and walks up to the little townhouse she shares with Aang and currently Sokka. He still sleeps on the couch. She sighs as she unlocks the door, thinking maybe she'll pop in a movie for then to watch. A comedy. He loves comedies. Aang won't be home until later, so they've got a few hours. Maybe she'll make some popcorn, too. She's actually feeling a bit better as she walks into the living room. The sheets on the couch are unmade, so she assumes he's out on a walk.
Humming, she puts her bag down and grabs a bag of microwavable popcorn from a cupboard, turning to put it in. Her hands have just reached the handle when she spots something in the hall. Something hanging from the ceiling.
She squints, then screams.
"SOKKA!"
