Okay. This is just a short (really short) drabble, from Katara's POV. It's my very, very first shot at the first-person POV, so I'd appreciate it now more than ever if all of you reading this would review and tell me how I did. I really, really like this story (if you can even call it that), actually. I was watching Sozin's Comet (again) on Friday while I was sick, and it gave me an idea. This idea. They never showed Katara (or anyone, really) until the big reunion before Zuko's coronation, so they kinda left it up to interpretation. And I got to thinking that if I were Katara, hopelessly in love with my best friend, who disappeared without a trace two days before, and who also had to face the possibility of death in the fight of any of their lives, I'd feel this way. I tried to do her justice; I really did. (If you can't already tell, Katara's my favorite character.)

Anyway, enough with my babbling. If you have questions, ask them in the reviews, and I'll do my best to answer each and every one of them.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender.

"Oh, he'll come back. He has to."

Those words ran through my head again as I sat with Zuko on the palace steps.

But as I watched those two bright lights – one an evil, forbidding orange, the other a cool, calming blue – shoot up, lighting up the sky with an unearthly glow, I wasn't so sure. My resolve faltered.

The orange light began to quickly overtake the blue light. Aang's light. My Aang.

I was scared. More scared than I'd ever been. More scared than I was when he fell at Ba Sing Se, more scared than I was all those weeks he was comatose. More scared than when he disappeared, in the middle of the night, just two days before.

And as I watched that blue light weaken to a glow, then just a flicker in the blood red sky, time slowed for me. It felt so surreal – like I was watching Aang's life flickering out, like a candle.

Which, at that point, I probably was. But I couldn't think like that. I wouldn't think like that.

Then time suddenly sped right back up, back to the present.

That light – Aang's light – had shot up again, brighter now, and overtaking the orange light until it was no more. But it went even farther than that, lighting up the whole sky. Even the comet, bright as it was, was drowned out by Aang's calming, purifying light. His aura. His spirit.

And when it was all over, Zuko looked at me and asked, "What just happened?"

I smiled. I knew the answer, and I couldn't be happier.

"He did it," I said simply. "He won."

And when he walked down the gangplank of that battered airship, I was the first one there. The first one he saw. The first – and only, I might add – that he put his arms around and pulled close.

He had come back. Back to me.