Yukka- talking to the moon
“Hey…..Yue, I just wanted to say I missed you”
It was the dead of night, everyone except Sokka was fast asleep, nestled in sleeping bags or on Appa. He had snuck out when the coast was clear and was now sitting in a peaceful meadow not far from camp.
The moon wasn’t quite full yet, maybe in a day or two Katara would stay up late and practice her offensive bending with the power a full moon granted her. He never really thought much about the moon before Yue had gone to replace it, but it seemed to shine brighter and more beautiful, like a pearl against the backdrop of the universe. The sight still brings a strange mix of comfort to his heart and tears to his eyes weeks after the fact.
It was the clearest night they had since leaving the Northern water tribe. The sky was a deep, almost comforting black, and the stars shone brightly, though not as brightly as his first love.
They were so lucky to have her.
“Are you lonely up there?”
She was such a beautiful soul, and though he only knew her for a short time and an arranged marriage kept them apart, he fell for her hard and fast.
In the stillness of moments like these, he can still feel the imprint of her barely corporeal lips on his, the haunted sensation of her hand slipping from his grasp as she ascended.
He shivered in the cool night air, and pulled his blanket closer to him as he cried silently for her.
Above him, Yue shed silent tears that splintered off to become falling stars.