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    It had been a few days since Katara woke up in the strange world alone. The last thing she had remembered was falling through the ground and reaching out for Zuko’s hand. She had assumed it was a trap set by the fire nation but no one could have pulled something like this off. She couldn’t figure out what was going on and how it happened or how to even get back home. The war against the fire nation was set to start soon and here she was trapped, she didn’t even know where Zuko had ended up, or if he had even made it to this place like her. 

    She could feel herself slowly stressing out about everything, but she did her best to hide it. She put her focus on making her new home feel like that, a home, and buried herself in her job at the clinic. Helping others had greatly helped her deal with the stress, or at least ignore it by overworking herself. 

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    The day she had woken and found the ticket she had instantly jumped out of her bed and had called Aang as she made her way Zuko’s apartment, banging on the door to get his attention since he had finally learned to lock his door. There had been nothing on her mind except for using these tickets for what she had to assume was to go home and defeat the Fire Lord. 

    After forcefully waking up both Zuko and Aang, they had had a long talk about what they were going to do. They planned for a few hours and spent the rest of the day preparing for the trip. Now Katara waited for them outsides Spade Castle, she felt anxious but was also excited. She was going to see Sokka again, but now they were going back to fight a war that she dreaded but knew it was what had to be done. She wasn’t sure how any of it would go, they only had 48 hours after all, which hopefully meant they got a day to rest and plan with everyone and then the day of the comet. 

    No matter what happened, they had made plans for every possibility that could happen. She kept going through them in her mind until she looked up and caught sight of her companions finally arriving. 

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She could still feel the scorching embers that singed her hair and clothes. Sometimes her breath would catch and she’d feel like she were suffocating on the memory of sweltering heat. The Boiling Rock had been a miserable experience both physically and mentally, one she still carried even though she found herself someplace far away from her home. But even though she had been nearly burned alive by the pooling lava that bubbled below, and even though her throat stung after having screamed after that idiot for abandoning her like some forgotten toy, she would have gone through the same motions all over again if it meant he were to escape untouched and alive.

She still remembered that look of pure fury on the princess’s face as she watched her brother escape. She still remembered the sunken feeling in the pit of her stomach when weapons were pulled on her, and the promise of living in absolute despair sentenced by Princess Azula herself. She still wouldn’t have traded it for the world if it meant he went on fighting.

It was bittersweet to think that the last memory she had of him was of him leaving her behind to essentially die. ‘But I didn’t,’ she had to remind herself, and she never blamed him for the circumstances either - not at first anyways. He had still be an ass to leave her behind in the Fire Nation in the first place. Still, what happened at the Boiling Rock, what happened during that argument, her heart torn in two, had all happened for a reason. 

She still missed him; she still missed her home. Even if her home had consisted of a too small cell block with a tiny, barred window. She even missed the stiff bed.

For nights on end Mai would reminisce about what did and did not happen. Lost in her melancholy, she would usually hole herself up in her apartment, curtains drawn and lights off. A cup of herbal tea would be her only companion during these tumultuous times until, one day, she realized she ran out of her favorite blend. Store bought tea was horrible and a waste of her time. Instead Mai found that the local cafe in Cestrelle not only served tea but sold bags of their most famous blends.

Thus a trip to Cestrelle was in order.

The day promised light showers with a soft, milky gray and white patterned sky canvased above. Mai took the subway into the city. Her umbrella had been stashed away in her bag just in case. She hated being out in the rain - she hated feeling wet. Still, though the threat of rain lingered, she was determined to return home with a bag of her favorite blend. 

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    Katara had been ranting to Zuko about one of the most cliche plot twists in one of the dramas she had been watching when he had suddenly spoken those words and kissed her. It had taken her by complete surprise and for a moment she didn’t want him to stop for some reason, but then she got back to her senses and quickly pushed Zuko away, a blush tinting her cheeks as she glared at him. 

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    She had tried everything to just forget, to move on and forget about the comet, the war, and everything involving that but she couldn’t. It was easier said than done and she could never understand how people could so easily just move on from their old life despite the important roles they had to play there. Forget about your loved ones and the works. 

    Katara couldn’t forget no matter how much she wanted to, and nights like these the reminder of it was so strong. She had woken up from a terrible nightmare, apparently having screamed loud enough for Zuko to rush over and check on her. She had started crying, and she hated crying in front of him, but she couldn’t help it. Her biggest fear was losing her brother, and the nightmare had made her face it.

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