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He made the wrong decision. He told himself over and over as she walked away. He didn't believe it—couldn't—anymore. They weren't meant for each other. Every day was the same. They would argue over the stupidest, little things, neither of them backing down. It always led to one of them walking away but today, he was finished. He couldn't stand the strain of having to deal with it every day. This was the end for him.
Tears formed in her eyes as she walked away from him. She hated him and now she knew that she was wrong. They weren't meant for each other. After all the arguments, all the days of not talking to each other, of avoiding each other for something as small as whose turn it was to wash the dishes, she was done with him. She couldn't believe she wasted so much of her time, chasing after him, trying to prove to him that she was the right choice. Now she knows that he was the wrong choice for her.
After all their years together, when he thought about it, all their tough times outweighed their good. She was never home, always putting her 'Avatar duties' before him. He would spend days without seeing her and when he did, it always ended in some argument about taking time out for him. It sounded selfish to him, even now, but he couldn't stand not being around her for more than a few hours. He loved seeing her smile at him when she came home. How she would fall asleep on his lap while they sat on the couch together, quietly listening to the radio until her snores drowned it out. Then he would take her to the room and lay her down there as he cleaned so she wouldn't have to worry about it. He loved those moments. Even while she was sleeping, he felt happy knowing she was there with him, safe in their bed. Those moments were rare and each one, he kept as a memory until she came home again.
How could she not see this happening? Every argument was the same. She didn't have enough time for him, she didn't love him enough. Each accusation was a blow to her heart. She loved him, more than he possibly knew. She would always try to rush home, but still, hours turned to days before she could see him again. When she was able to make it home, she loved how he welcomed her. That beautiful smile he showed only to her, while he planted soft kisses on her cheeks, her eyes, her ears, her nose and finally landing gently on her lips. They would stay together, dancing to the radio until she got too tired to stand and fell asleep. She always awoke on her bed, food on the bedside table with a note that always said 'You need your strength.' She would always laugh at his indirect way of saying he cared for her. And always, when she went to go thank him, he would be asleep on the couch, holding his red scarf. It was those moments when she wanted to give all of herself to him, but was never able to.
She didn't belong to him. He knew that. She belonged to the world; she was the peace-bringer. He could never have her to himself, he didn't have that right, but she always gave her most to him. She wanted to make up for not being able to always be there. She wanted to show him that, no matter what distance she had to go, she would always come back to him. That was one thing she never failed to do. He made the wrong decision when he let her walk away. No matter how bad things got between them, no matter how many arguments and lonely nights, he at least knew that they would be together.
She didn't belong to him. He knew that. She belonged to the world; she was the peace-bringer and yet, he waited. For days he waited for her to come back to him and when she did, she tried to give him all she could. She wanted to show him that no matter the distance, she would come back to him. That was one thing he never failed to understand. How could she not realize this sooner? No matter how bad thing got between them, no matter the silence and feelings of regret, she at least knew that they would forgive each other.
So they ran, to find the one thing that would make them whole. Through all the pain and sadness, they were the light at the end of the tunnel for each other. They were meant for each other and no amount of distance could erase their love.
Tears formed in her eyes as she walked away from him. She hated him and now she knew that she was wrong. They weren't meant for each other. After all the arguments, all the days of not talking to each other, of avoiding each other for something as small as whose turn it was to wash the dishes, she was done with him. She couldn't believe she wasted so much of her time, chasing after him, trying to prove to him that she was the right choice. Now she knows that he was the wrong choice for her.
After all their years together, when he thought about it, all their tough times outweighed their good. She was never home, always putting her 'Avatar duties' before him. He would spend days without seeing her and when he did, it always ended in some argument about taking time out for him. It sounded selfish to him, even now, but he couldn't stand not being around her for more than a few hours. He loved seeing her smile at him when she came home. How she would fall asleep on his lap while they sat on the couch together, quietly listening to the radio until her snores drowned it out. Then he would take her to the room and lay her down there as he cleaned so she wouldn't have to worry about it. He loved those moments. Even while she was sleeping, he felt happy knowing she was there with him, safe in their bed. Those moments were rare and each one, he kept as a memory until she came home again.
How could she not see this happening? Every argument was the same. She didn't have enough time for him, she didn't love him enough. Each accusation was a blow to her heart. She loved him, more than he possibly knew. She would always try to rush home, but still, hours turned to days before she could see him again. When she was able to make it home, she loved how he welcomed her. That beautiful smile he showed only to her, while he planted soft kisses on her cheeks, her eyes, her ears, her nose and finally landing gently on her lips. They would stay together, dancing to the radio until she got too tired to stand and fell asleep. She always awoke on her bed, food on the bedside table with a note that always said 'You need your strength.' She would always laugh at his indirect way of saying he cared for her. And always, when she went to go thank him, he would be asleep on the couch, holding his red scarf. It was those moments when she wanted to give all of herself to him, but was never able to.
She didn't belong to him. He knew that. She belonged to the world; she was the peace-bringer. He could never have her to himself, he didn't have that right, but she always gave her most to him. She wanted to make up for not being able to always be there. She wanted to show him that, no matter what distance she had to go, she would always come back to him. That was one thing she never failed to do. He made the wrong decision when he let her walk away. No matter how bad things got between them, no matter how many arguments and lonely nights, he at least knew that they would be together.
She didn't belong to him. He knew that. She belonged to the world; she was the peace-bringer and yet, he waited. For days he waited for her to come back to him and when she did, she tried to give him all she could. She wanted to show him that no matter the distance, she would come back to him. That was one thing he never failed to understand. How could she not realize this sooner? No matter how bad thing got between them, no matter the silence and feelings of regret, she at least knew that they would forgive each other.
So they ran, to find the one thing that would make them whole. Through all the pain and sadness, they were the light at the end of the tunnel for each other. They were meant for each other and no amount of distance could erase their love.
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MAKORRA: This One6
Brightness.
She loved to see the sun give off its cheerful aura whenever she was down. Before entering their home she looked up to the sun and gave it one of her cheerful smiles. She opened the unimpressive brown door that lead her right into their small living room, and set her grocery bags down on a nearby table.
"Mako, I'm home." She shouted as loud as she could and then sniffed the air. "Did you already start dinner? Smells good, what are you making?" She asked as she walked toward the kitchen.
Her smile instantly dropped when she walked into their kitchen. There she was, his first sitting in their kitchen at their dinner table.
"Oh K
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There are some things in life that are said out of hurt, or out of anger. Most of the time it's just the hearts way of getting the words out when it's been bruised too many times. Sometimes things could be patched up, and the heart can forget it was ever hurt, yet this wasn't one of those times.
She wished she had never said those words to him
Shouts of fear from all around. Smoke surrounding them. The sound of thunder resonating in his ears. Where was the storm? Pain in his side. Red. So much red
More screams, one sticking out more than the others. The pain
Spirits the pain. A pair of
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Nervous.
She couldn't help it. No matter what, she knew something was wrong. Even though everything went fine during her ultrasound, and everyone was in high spirits about this one making it; something just didn't really seem right with her.
So far, the baby hasn't moved and she's been feeling cramps every now and then. She was very familiar with the cramps from previous experience, but these weren't as painful as the ones before that was what scared her.
She was quietly sitting on the couch in the living room and rubbing small circles on her expanded stomach. She was home alone while he was at work she hated being alone when
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Guise I am so sorry. I have been neglecting my duties as an active LoK fanfiction writer. I've been having mad writer's block. Today I tried again and thankfully I was able to write something!
I owe this to TinkerTalker. Hopefully they can forgive me for taking so long
I owe this to TinkerTalker. Hopefully they can forgive me for taking so long
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So beautiful....! I think my eyes are tearing up!