AN: So this is the end. I know these pieces sucked, but I hope to improve my writing, and to all out there who read and reviewed, thank you so much. It means the world to me. Thank you, and please review this chapter as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own AtLA.

Day 7: Seasons

Like fire and water, they complimented each other perfectly, fitting in the spaces of the other. Like winter and summer, they could never unite. Like the moon and the sky, they shone on opposite sides of the world, unable to close the distance. Separated by the air, the fall, the world, they were kept at a distance and forced to remain that way.

Zuko and Katara could never come together. The Avatar, spirit of the world, born in the fall, last hope of air, separated them for their lives, and while they did their duty gladly, both yearned for that space to be gone. But as seasons past, and their longing only grew stronger, the fight became harder. And harder. And then Aang was gone, but neither could do anything.

When both died in their sleep- quietly, peacefully- they reunited in the Spirit World. They would deal with the Avatar later. But for now, regardless of time and space and life, they gave in to their desires and finally loved each other. For, like yin and yang, one could not be without the other.