The littlest things can turn your whole world around.

She has learnt this in many ways, and yet, never in this way. Never in the way that each word cracked the ground under her feet as they hit her ears, until her whole world collapsed beneath her feet. She had never felt such emotion, such overflowing sorrow and anger and disbelief that she couldn't hold her own body up. It was so unexpected, so sudden, and so, so wrong.

But it happened nonetheless.

And after all that blinding emotion, there was numbness. It was a relief and a curse all at once, the constant feeling of no feeling crawling up her lungs. The dull cotton filling her heart was a coping mechanism - that's what the therapist told her anyway, the way her body coped with the amount of emotion she was experiencing. But Katara wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Because she should have been filled with feeling and emotion unlike anything she had ever felt before; the love of her life had died, for agni's sake, and now she was simply letting her velvety black robes sweep the floor, longing for just a little bit of feeling, a little bit of heat in her blood. And yet, there was nothing.

Nothing until midnight. Because as the moon rose outside her window, and darkness shaded her curtains, the sorrow finally got to her. She wasn't sure what it was about the pitch black sky resting outside her room that suddenly made her feel so much, made her cry until saltwater soaked into her bedsheets and stained her fingertips.

One of her fondest memories of her husband was their 2am conversations, his deep voice soaking into her shoulder as he ran his fingers through her hair, their legs entangled and their eyes locked lazily, the ocean of her irises melding with the liquid gold of his as thick darkness surrounded them.

Now the night was silent, as her tears fell and her heart ached. Completely, utterly, terribly silent.

I haven't written in a while bc I've been busy with school but I'm back with some very short angst