The light refracted off the shard of glass as I twiddled with it, the tiny balls of light adorning the wall sending a smile across my face. Whenever I found myself in a rut, or in need of solace, or even if I was just bored, I could find(more) an unusual sense of calm energy in this.
I tilted the shard of glass, the light refracting in a different direction as I watched the light dance across the walls before me. Something about this light show was oddly comforting. I could just escape real life for a few minutes to follow my light across the walls, even if it seemed stupid.
I guess that sliver of refracted light showed that any situation could be bent and distorted, turning anything into something else. I guess it gave me a little bit of hope that things could change no matter how hard they seemed. (less)
Zuko's eyes flitted up into the night sky, his vision blurring slightly as his breathing started to quicken in pace. A faint voice was heard in the background as footsteps padded the cement, rushing towards the fallen firebender.
(more) "Zuko!" Katara sprinted towards the firebender, sending a water whip flying in the direction of the assassin as he made a quick getaway. Aang followed close behind, his eyes widening with fear as Suki, Sokka, and Toph rushed towards the injured firelord.
All of the distressed faces turned to watch Katara struggling to use her healing abilities on Zuko. Her efforts weren't going to be enough, though, as the color in Zuko's face started to drain. Warm blood gurgled up into his mouth; the gash in his neck far beyond repair.
"You all need to go..." Zuko managed to choke out, taking his time to glance at each and every member of the Gaang. He knew it must've been hard for them, but he wanted them to know how much he appreciated their undying friendship.
And how he was going to miss it so much.
"Thank you, all of you. " Tiny splashes of blood spewed from his lips as he coughed uncontrollably, his body getting weaker as time slowly faded away. Tears welled up in everyone's eyes, most of them refusing to believe that Zuko could be gone forever while others tried to stay strong for his last few seconds.
"I'm incredibly lucky to have such amazing friends..." The rasp of his voice was barely above a whisper now, his eyelids slowly closing.
The sun just started to dip below the horizon, a golden hue painting the sky as I made my way down the path. There was something about this old walkway that gave me instantaneous euphoria as memories rushed past me, giving me just a taste of their sweetness. But(more) now, they were gone, even though I found myself following them, even to the point of letting them take me wherever they pleased. I was probably delusional, and very dehydrated, because they started to take form in front of me. Their images stood before my eyes, and I walked with my memories, pushing past the irritated pedestrians and walking with no regards of my safety.
Just following my memories.
I was damn near convinced I was mad beyond repair at this point, but then something miraculous happened. As my memories started to fade, their human-like form disintegrating into thin air, I found myself back to the place I had been trying to find all along.
I had followed my subconscious delusions all the way home.