A/N: Hey, guys. Sorry this took forever to update. I have no connection to internet where I live for now. So I had to wait on getting it up until I was where I had access. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this. It was a pleasure to write! And finish, sadly.

Do what you wanna do
Keep building it higher,
Keep burning it down.
You lose who you are when you
Keep burning like fire,
Like it's all around.

— Fire, Sleeping With Sirens

Katara had one of her common maids wake her early. She dressed in her typical wrappings across her chest and slid into loose blue calf-length pants, convenient for any type of workout. She then stood in front of the large bathroom mirror to wash her face and brush her mane of hair once more.

"My Lady," The common maid bowed slightly as she handed Katara the hair brush she used often, a birthday gift from her father years ago.

"Thank you, Lei," Katara replied and used the tool to help rake her hair back in a messy hold. "My son," She set the brush down atop the bathroom counter space and went in search for her waterskin. "Has he been bathed this morning? I'm sure he's up already."

Lei smiled kindly, "Yes, My Lady, he is up and about. Although, His Highness has been a bit difficult about the bathing subject."

Katara never had her maids bathe Lu Ten often, with the exceptions of mornings like these. She had a healing class to teach for young firebending girls and boys at noon, an establishment Katara took pride in. She had found that over the years, Zuko's firebending talents weren't good for only defense, but soothing techniques were also possible. Firebenders were capable of warming the skin and blood with a simple touch, calming pain or frustration. The definition of healing was different from that of the Southern Water Tribe in some ways, but Katara saw it as a way to teach young Fire Nation benders a more peaceful way of helping one another. In the last two years, it had prospered slowly.

Letting out a knowing sigh, Katara attached her waterskin to her waist and said, "Inform his nurse that he is allowed to play inside for now. When I return from my class, have him sent in to me and I'll bathe him myself."

"Yes, My Lady," Lei nodded and bowed as Katara went to leave, a small towel draped over her forearm.

"Thank you, Lei." Katara smiled, "Have a nice morning."

Katara walked peacefully towards one of the smaller arenas embedded within her palace where her classes were usually held. Her feet remained bare and she occasionally tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ears. Inside, Katara felt that it was a good thing for the passing servants and maids to see her in such a way: casual and free. They weren't serving some type of goddess or mighty spirit, but a human just as themselves. Though Katara knew her place above them, she cherished the relationships she held with the working people around her home, treating them as equals during appropriate times.

"My Lady," bowed an elderly servant.

"My Lady," bowed the younger man to the servant's side, as well.

Katara gave them a warm smile as she passed them by in one of the many long hallways, "Good morning, Hiro. Good morning, Ling."

Upon arriving at the wooden double doors blocking her way into the small indoor arena, Katara noticed Hara making her way slowly towards her in the process of walking by. "Oh, good morning, Hara!"

The old maid, present in the delivery of the prince, smiled politely. "And good morning to you, too, My Lady."

Katara flashed her a smile and pulled at one of the large doors to enter the arena. However, walking inside, Katara found herself welcomed by complete silence. The small arena sat empty and cold against Katara's skin due to the lack of bodies. She hurried out the door she previously walked through and caught up with Hara, still walking slowly towards an unknown destination. "Hara? Hara, where are my students?"

"Hmm?" Hara studied the young Fire Lady's puzzled expression, "What are you talking about, My Lady?"

"My class is today, like it is every week." Katara explained, "However, there's no one in the arena. I don't remember canceling it."

"Ah," Hara nodded kindly, "I believe Fire Lord Zuko might know a thing or two about that, My Lady."

Katara's hands curled into clenched fists at her sides. Zuko, she thought grimly, just perfect.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before Katara was face to face with Jang, standing to his duty outside Zuko's study door. She looked up with a cold expression, her eyes narrow and her brows squared with annoyance. The corner of Jang's mouth twitched down and he took a small step away from the door. "M-my Lady . . ." He stumbled, swallowing hard.

"Why, thank you, Jang." Katara said, her face suddenly blossoming with a kind, radiant smile. Oddly, that put Jang more on edge and he resumed in stepping away. However, once inside the large study office, Katara's cold expression returned. "Zuko—"

Zuko turned from reading a letter at his window near the desk. He blinked and then smiled brightly. "Katara!" He put his letter down on the desk and made his way closer. "Katara, love, how are you this morning?"

Katara almost lost her anger at the tone he used: sweet and calming. She shook the questioning thoughts and resumed in her actual purpose for barging in unexpected for the second time in two weeks. "Zuko, what have you done to my class? You know what day it is!" She folded her arms across her chest, a hip pointed out slightly. "Where are my students, Zuko? Where are they? What did you do this time? Spirits, Zuko! I have . . ."

She went on, but Zuko had seemed to lose focus. His lips were parted slightly as he leaned against the edge of his desk. While she talked on, her arms flaring occasionally to emphasize certain points, he raked his eyes over her body and heard nothing.

Three years ago, Zuko had been told by several others that childbirth would change a woman — not only mentally, but physically. Zuko considered that thought and found it to be reasonable. And when Katara began to grow more in the chest area during the early months of pregnancy, he found it to be a little more than just reasonable.

Of course, once Lu Ten was born, Katara refused to be seen naked by anyone — especially Zuko. She complained about her flabby stomach, the stretch marks and how her breasts now fell different than how they had before Lu Ten was born. Though, it didn't take long after the palace healers informed Katara she was off all restrictions to help her body regain strength for the intense workouts to begin. For months, she stayed on a strict daily routine between taking care of Lu Ten, attending to Fire Lady business and dueling in bending with off-duty guards and, occasionally, Zuko himself.

And here she was, standing in front of Zuko. He hadn't thought she looked that much different than she declared after having Lu Ten, but he could definitely see how she'd changed now. It was always a pleasant sight to see, time after time and again. It seemed to never get old.

Zuko's tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. His golden eyes took it all in, the sight melting into his brain: the smoothness of her neck, the way her hair fell down from the way it'd been tied, the white wrappings fastened around her bosom, the chocolate colored skin of her muscled abdomen, the curve of her round hips . . . Zuko blinked a little harder and folded his hands in his lap while he pretended to listen to her rant. Though her body still held those small changes — or scars, as Katara put them — from childbirth, she was beautiful and Zuko almost instantly grew a feeling of intense guilt.

It had been a long, long time since he took the time to remember that. Much less say it.

"Zuko? Zuko, are you listening?" Katara took a step forward, her jaw tense.

"Katara," Zuko shed a smile and stood straight, "Your class hasn't been canceled." He chuckled and put himself closer to his wife, her face twisting into a confused look. "I just moved it to a different location."

Katara's blue eyes held his, unsure. "Moved it?"

Zuko nodded lightly, "To the big arena. Like you asked." He smiled when her lips parted, taken back with shock.

"T-the . . . big arena? My class? There?" She had asked Zuko twice before if her class could occupy the bigger arena, the more space for her class much needed. He'd been too busy to get the details sorted out with army generals who used the arena daily for training new soldier recruits. As she'd done with plenty other things, Katara put off the request and kept from nagging.

Another chuckle escaped his throat and he cradled a side of her cheek to bring her face close and kiss the other. "Yes, the big arena." Zuko said against her skin before backing away and turning back to his desk. He picked up his letter he'd been reading and flashed Katara a grin, "You'd better getting going, love. Your student's will be waiting for you."

It isn't easy for me to let it go
'Cause I swallow every single word.
And every whisper, every sigh,
Eats away this heart of mine.
And there is a hallow in me now.

— Sweet Nothing, Calvin Harris ft. Florence

Two days later and Katara woke to sunlight beaming through her bedroom terrace. She moved her face into her pillow and let out a muffled groan. Sluggishly, Katara slid up in bed and yawned, her hair was a mess and the strap to her nightgown slipped down her shoulder. She looked around the room and saw it was empty . . . and quiet.

Katara's eyes widened and she threw the covers from around her body. She stumbled out of bed and burst through her bathroom door in a panicked rush. Grabbing a brush for her hair, she began to attempt at untangling the mass while scrubbing at her teeth with another brush.

The bedroom door opened and Katara praised the spirits to see Lei making an entrance with fresh sheets in her arms. "Lei!" Katara exclaimed, looking a mess. "Lei, what time is it? Where's my gown?" The questions flooded through her lips in a jumbled sort of way.

Lei lifted a brow, her head cocked to one side. "My Lady, why are you in such a rush?"

"Why?! What do you mean why?" Katara moved back into the restroom and put the brushes away. She began splashing water across her face and grabbed a towel to scrub it off quickly. Facing Lei again, she continued, "Lei, I'm supposed to be at a conference meeting with Zuko today! Why didn't anyone wake me?!"

Lei watched as the Fire Lady hurried to the wardrobe in search for her formal business gown. With a small smile, Lei answered, "No one woke you, My Lady, because His Majesty ordered us not to."

Katara grew still and looked back at her common maid, skeptical. "Zuko told the maids not to wake me for the meeting?"

Lei gave a short nod, "He ordered us to let you sleep in for the day."

"Sleep in? What?" The waterbender shook her head in utter confusion. That wasn't like Zuko. He always took pride in making a good appearance, especially with Katara at his side for meetings with other high officials. "Why?"

The maid answered happily, "The Fire Lord has scheduled you a day at the spa!"

Katara scowled, "The spa?" Usually, this would have been news to thrill her down to the bone. However, today was not one of those thrilling news days. Things weren't adding up quite right.

"Yes, he moved the meeting until tomorrow so you may have a day at the spa with—"

Abruptly, the bedroom door was kicked open and a loud cry rang, "Sugar Queen! You up yet?!"

Oh, La, Katara thought as her jaw dropped. Toph?

"Goodness, Sugar Queen. You take forever to get your ass out of bed! I've been waiting here for I don't know how long. We're wasting daylight, you know!" Toph smirked from the doorway, her arms crossed in her usual stance.

Katara tried to ignore the feeling of a headache coming on. "Toph? What are you doing here?"

"Well, technically, I'm here to discuss these stupid military things concerning women's rights and all that fun crap with Sparky. Not that I'm against any of it, it's a marvelous idea. Really. Not that I'm not already head of loads of things in the Earth Kingdom myself — the Earth King sends his regards, by the way — but it's nice for other flimsy women to try and do the same, too." Toph let out an exaggerated sigh, "Anyway! Sparky thought it would be a nice idea if I spent some time with you before the meeting tomorrow." As it grew quiet, she added in a soft tone, "It's been a while, you know."

Katara felt herself warm up to the idea a little more. Years ago, their positions on the spa idea had been switched. That being acknowledged, Katara agreed Toph was right: it had been a while. So, she stood and smiled, "How's Lin?"

Toph's face brightened with a smirk, "She's a little devil, I'll tell you that much." Katara laughed and Toph returned the question, "How's the little prince Lu Ten? Still burning his bedroom curtains?"

Katara rolled her eyes at the memory. Lu Ten was two when he'd been playing in his room and set his curtains on fire. The maids were screaming and hustling around to get Lu Ten out safely, alert the Fire Lord and Lady, and put the flames out. It was a night of chaos — and gave Katara plenty to write about in the letters to her brother and friends. "No," She answered with a joking annoyance. "It moves like water, and that's all that matters."

Toph barked out in laughter, "Sure, sure!"

At the spa, the two benders relaxed in pure bliss. They'd gotten their nails treated to, their hair washed and their feet massaged. They had sat in the steam room for quite a while. It brought back fond memories.

Toph now reclined back in her small bath of mud, eyes closed in tranquility as her hair stayed wrapped up in a towel. "It's hard being a mom. I now know why my mother punished me so much. Lin is like a miniature version of me, and she's only three. If I could go back, I think I'd slap myself a few times just for my mother."

Katara laughed and slouched back in her own tub of mud. "But, you know, I think being the wife of a Fire Lord might be harder."

"Harder?" Toph's eyes were open, her lip curled in astonishment. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Reluctantly, Katara shook her head. "I'm serious. At least, it seems that way."

Toph frowned slightly, "I wish I were better at giving marriage advice."

Katara cracked a smirk, "I could give you some," She joked, "Take into consideration what firebender you screw around with." Though she never regretted her marriage to Zuko, Katara laughed at her own moment of crude humor.

Toph, laughing, nodded, "I could see how that might be important." The laughter died down and she spoke again, "Hey,"

Resting her head back with eyes closed, Katara hummed, "Hmm?"

"I wouldn't worry too much about Sparky. I think he's trying his best."

"I think so, too." Katara replied, hoping to convince herself more than anything.

When Katara and Toph returned to the palace, Toph announced she had to get going to prepare for the meeting tomorrow morning. Katara was a bit sad to see Toph leave so soon, but understood. Walking along, Katara rounded the hall on her way to check up on her son when she ran into Zuko discussing something with — to her dismay — Jin.

Katara composed herself forcefully. This meant nothing, they were merely talking. Talking meant nothing. They weren't standing very close, either, as Katara noticed with instant jealous eyes. Before she could greet them with the politeness she wished she could abandon for just a moment, Zuko caught sight of her and smiled.

"Katara!" He said and cut Jin short of her sentence. "Katara, love, there you are."

"Fire Lord Zu—" Katara's breathing hitched as she was swept into her husband's embrace and gifted with a deep kiss. He took advantage of her opened mouth and drew her hard against his chest and robes.

Zuko pulled away, his arms still placed protectively around her waist. "You look nice today." He said casually, looking her over. "Did you have a nice time with the reckless earthbender?"

"Yes," Katara nodded and looked up to meet Zuko's eyes. "I did, thank you."

"Good," He replied with a grin and attacked her neck in suggestive, quick kisses. He nibbled her ear for a moment and returned to the kissing.

Katara, feeling her skin tickle with each peck of his lips, began to laugh. "Zuko!" She tried to squirm away, but he only held her tighter. "Zuko, stop!" She attempted between bursts of giggles.

Zuko smiled against his wife's flesh, "Could I get a please with that, My Lady?" He teased and slid a hand up her side.

Katara let out a small, breathless gasp when she realized where his hand's implied destination. She caught it against her ribs and gave him an unbelieving smile. "Zuko!" She said in a sharp undertone.

"As much as I love to hear the sound of my name come from between your pretty lips," His low voice was at her ear, sending a chill down her spine. "It isn't a please, like I asked."

Katara slapped his shoulder and he continued to shower her neck and face with little, gentle kisses. She laughed again, this time surrendering. "Okay, okay, please. You're in the middle of something, I hope you realize."

Zuko drew his face away and glanced back briefly. Jin stood there, awkward with her hands behind her back and her head faced down. He grinned cunningly and looked back down at the woman in his arms. "Yeah, I remember." He leaned in and caught her lips in another full kiss. It deepened within seconds and he only wanted to continue it in the bedroom when he felt her hands slide up his arms and link behind his neck. She tasted fresh, sweet and her hair had smelled like jasmine, driving his senses up the wall. Zuko almost frowned in anger when she pulled away and licked her swollen lips with a slight daze in her eye.

Katara was at a loss for words at what had just happened. She avoided looking at Jin standing a few steps behind them, though she felt a strange sense that she had won. Zuko was hers, drawn to her. The display of affection said just that. A small victory ran through her veins, blossoming into a new sort of happy. "You should probably get back to work . . ." It almost hurt to say what was realistic.

"Yeah," Zuko muttered, probably. He appeared conflicted when he unraveled his arms from around her, taking a small step back. When she dared to hold his gaze before they went their separate ways for the remainder of the afternoon, Katara saw his face light up with a toothy grin. "You look beautiful today, by the way." He said and motioned for Jin to follow him off.

Katara watched him walk off, continued on her way, and smiled.

So, what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat,
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore more in this hole.

— Caraphernelia, Pierce the Veil

After a long day, Katara retreated back to her room for the night. She hated party planning. The tables had to be a certain way. The decorations could never be the same as the party before. Musicians needed to be rounded up. Invitations had to be addressed. And now Katara's feet were sore.

The Fire Lady sighed and was thankful when she grew closer to her bedroom door, too tired to think about a bath for that night. The warmth of her bed called out to her, as did the softness of her pillow and more comfortable nightgown.

Katara made her way passed the guards, through the door and was welcomed by an odd sight across the large room. "Zuko?"

Zuko looked up from his lounging position on the bed. Sprawled across his chest was Lu Ten, sleeping soundly as Zuko ran his fingers over the toddler's soft hair. "Shhh," The Fire Lord whispered as Lu Ten stirred in his sleep, gripping the sheets over Zuko's bare chest a little tighter.

Quietly, Katara slipped into the bathroom and changed. Awkwardly, she avoided Zuko's stare as he watched her walk around the bed and slip under the covers. In the dim light, she could see the spark in his golden orbs as he looked down at Lu Ten again. "I didn't know you'd be in her already." She admitted in a soft whisper, gathering her hair to fall over one shoulder.

Zuko didn't look up, "I retired early tonight."

"Why?" Katara wanted to know. It was rare for this to happen, with the exception of a few days out of the year. For example, when Zuko was seeming ill or when he was ill. Tonight, he was neither.

He squired his brow at her, "Is that so strange?"

"Yes."

Zuko replied coolly, "I was tired, I retired early. When I got to the room, Lu Ten's maid said he was having nightmares and was asking for you. You weren't here, so I took him and told him stories until he fell asleep."

Lu Ten stirred once more in his sleep and slipped off Zuko's chest. He fell back on the bed in the space between Zuko and Katara, never waking. Wearing nothing but his small pair of trousers, Lu Ten stretched his arms up and his legs out with his small toes forming into a point. His abdomen stretched, as well, before he yawned in his sleep and relaxed back into a comfortable position: snoring softly with his arms and legs spread wide.

Katara had watched the whole thing and broke out in a small laugh, her hand covering her mouth. Zuko smirked and snickered, "He sleeps like a rock."

Brushing a lock of Lu Ten's hair away from his forehead, Katara whispered, "Thank you."

Zuko moved his arms to fold behind his head, "For what?"

"For putting him to bed tonight," She answered simply. "He misses you some nights . . . most nights." Like I do, she added silently. Katara met his gaze and — careful of Lu Ten — leaned over, planting a soft kiss on Zuko's lips. "So, thank you."

This is the day I learn to feel again.
We've all been taught to let go.
Show your strength,
Hold on, hold on.
Can you see the change in me today?

— Adrian Makes It Rain, Everyone Dies In Utah

Katara was on her way to the dining room for supper when she heard Lu Ten calling for her, "Mama! Mama!"

"Lu Ten?" She turned around to see the small child running toward her with a big smile on his face. Katara had already been expecting him in the dining room with his maid close by — not running in the halls unattended to. "Where is Yan, sweetheart?" She asked when he reached her, starring up at her with innocent eyes as she referred to the woman who tended to Lu Ten when Katara could not.

Lu Ten said simply, "I not know."

Katara was going to have a bone to pick with Yan when she got to the dining room. That woman, she thought.

"Mama, Mama, Mama," Lu Ten began pulling on her dress impatiently. "Mama, Mama!"

"What, what, what?" Katara returned, crouching down to lower herself on his level. "What is it?"

Lu Ten looked as if he were thinking something over in his mind. His face scrunched in thought, his bottom lip sprouting out a little farther while he did so. He looked down at his feet, his toes wiggling in his shoes. Finally, his head popped up with a smile, "Oh!" Quickly, he ran a few steps back and then turned to face his mother's direction again.

Katara laughed lightly, "Lu Ten, what are you—"

The Prince attempted at clearing his throat, the sound coming out as a loud cough, with his hands folded behind his back. He then said, "Fire Wady Katara, His Majestwy quested you eat wif him in courwtyard . . ." He looked as if he were thinking again. "Uhmm . . . tis evening?" Holding up his straight posture, Lu Ten remembered to smile again.

Katara rose and gave him a curious look. "Okay," She spoke, slightly unsure. "I'd love to."

Lu Ten bowed sharply and then ran to take Katara's hand in his small one. "Tis way, My Wady." He announced and led her away with a serious expression.

Entering the courtyard, Katara's breath escaped her. The palace structure enclosing the grassy area was lit with hanging lanterns in shades of blue and white. From the branches of the single courtyard tree, small white candles hung and added on to the hazy golden lighting. The pond trickled with a fountain Katara hadn't seen before, shimmering with the moons natural beams. At last, her eyes found a small table near the pond and tree, draped with a white cloth and decorated with a single candle, plates and a letter. "What . . ."

"I hope you like it."

Katara heard the voice from behind and turned to see Zuko approaching. She smiled incredulously, "You did this?"

Zuko flashed a frown, "Your doubt in my creativity is assaulting." He looked down at Lu Ten then, giving him a pat on the head. "Good job, son!"

Lu Ten lit with joy, "Ice cweam for dinner, Papa?"

Chuckling, Zuko nodded, "Yes, ice cream for dinner."

Katara gave him a look, "Oh, no, Zuko, your creativity is impressing. You just used our son to bait me in."

"It worked," Zuko defended, almost childlike. He called out, "Okay, Yan! You can approach now!" Zuko picked up Lu Ten as Yan came out from behind the tree.

"Zuko!" Katara exclaimed, "You made Yan hide behind a tree?"

"I didn't, Lu Ten did. It was his idea, not mine." Zuko answered simply and addressed the Prince, "Okay, son. You're going to go have ice cream for dinner with Yan. Mama and I have things to discuss, alright?" Lu Ten nodded. "Give Mama kisses before you go." Zuko leaned over with Lu Ten in his arms.

Katara smiled as Lu Ten gave her slobbery kisses on both cheeks. Zuko put him down and she watched as he trotted off with his hand in Yan's. When they were out of sight, she said, "I cannot believe you're letting him have ice cream for dinner."

Zuko chuckled, "He sleeps like a rock and drives a harder bargain than his uncle."

To his words, Katara couldn't help but melt into a defeated laugh. She touched her face and shook her head before spinning around and gazing over everything once again. "So," She let her hands fall to her sides. "What is all this? What's it for?"

"It's for you." Zuko came up to her side.

Katara glanced at him, "What's the occasion?"

Zuko slide his hand in hers and linked their fingers together as he led her toward the table. Once there, the candles from above glittering across Katara's bright eyes, he said, "I wrote something for you." Zuko recalled the memory of Lu Ten speaking to him in his study. "Lu Ten had come into my study days ago while I was writing a letter. He asked if I was writing one to you, but I said no." He released her hand, gave her the letter wrapped with a blue bow, and scratched the back of his head. "Then I thought maybe I should — maybe I should write you a letter." Pause. "So I did."

Katara studied his face for a moment longer before unraveling the bow and unfolding the letter. She looked down and read the message: "I fucked up. Forgive me?"

Bursting into a laugh, she mused, "Poetic justice serves you right, My Lord."

Zuko felt the anxiety slide from his shoulders with the sound of her melody of a laugh. Swallowing anymore hesitation, he slid down onto his knee and gazed up at her face. He looked at Katara, really looked.

And there she was: his waterbender, the mother of his child, his Fire Lady.

"I know . . ." He started and searched again for the right words. "I know it's been a while since I've gotten down on a knee — and I hope this doesn't seem to cliché — but I just want you to know that's I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Katara. I didn't realize. I didn't realize anything. And . . . and I know an apology can't fix everything. I know it can't make up for anything, either. But I want to try." With a crooked smile, Zuko added, "If you'd let me."

Katara fell into a thoughtful silence. She reached out and brushed the scarred side of Zuko's face. "You know, you didn't have to do all this," She looked at the letter and set it on the table. "If you were sorry for something, all you had to do was say so." Katara beamed down at him, rubbing away at any tears threatening to fall. "Then again, you were never really good at communicating your feelings, were you?"

Zuko chuckled in agreement, staring back up at her through his dark lashes. "So . . ." He grinned, "You forgive me then?"

Katara nodded, laughing, "Spirits, yes!"

Zuko's face illuminated, the candle flames flaring. He went to stand and grabbed Katara up with him in the process. She linked her arms around his shoulders as he pulled her close. Zuko buried his face against her neck and hair, breathed in, and smiled. His.

Katara inched back to see his face. Her fingers danced across the plain of his cheek as she said, "You did all this work, after all. It's the least I could do."

Zuko captured her lips in a kiss. Their eyes fluttered shut, noses crushed. He channeled all of his gratitude into the simple gesture, his body warming against hers in all his excitement. It was a long, fulfilling kiss, breaking with ease. He let her sink the few inches down to her feet and placed his forehead to hers. "Join me for dinner, Fire Lady Katara?"

A quick peck to his lips and she answered, "I'd love to, Fire Lord Zuko."

Have faith in me.
I said I'd never let you go and I never did.
I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it.
If you didn't have a chance then I never did.
You'll always find me right there again.

— Have Faith In Me, A Day To Remember

A/N: So, tell me what you thought!