Icebergs encapsulated Katara's view.
She was trapped in one herself and felt the cold biting her skin. She tried her best to change the phase of the iceberg, but traitors surrounded her, draining her energy, and overpowering her.
She saw Zuko approaching by her peripherals and stilled all her action.
"What's going on, Zuko?"
Zuko sent her a mirthless smile. "You."
He leaned in and kissed her.
Katara's eyes widened as her world crumbled down.
Images of Ang flashed into her mind- how he would always be there for her; how his blushing face looked; how starry-eyed she would be when she was beside him. Anxiety crossed her mind and her tears flowed endlessly; her pain was too great for her heart to contain.
Suddenly, Ang was in the picture. His eyes were blank. His face showed no hint of emotion. Katara feared the fact that he was not showing any emotion. She would have preferred him being destructive or moaning—anything other than that.
But he was blank.
And that was the worst.
Suddenly, his eyes turned hazy and his veins popped out. His anger was voiced by a tremendous "ZUKOOOO!".
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Sweet Dreams
RandomThe grass stands upright, standing up against the reality of the world, a small world dominated by giants. I feel the edges prick my skin, and a few moments later, I am awake. It was just a dream.
