A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to say this is my first Toko fanfic but a long time fa so i know a thing or two on the paring. Anyways, i wanted to say that if enough people like it and follow that i think i might turn it into a real story or maybe a couple ore chapters at least because this could stand alone as a oneshot or it could be turned into more.

But please enjoy! (:

Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA or its characters. Never will.

To an outsider it seemed like a complicated romance, but for them it was so much more.

She knew they were different in so many ways.

And he knew they were worlds apart…

At first he didn't notice. To Zuko she'd been the same as she was all those years ago; rude, brash, and sarcastic. Nothing had really changed after the war, accept it did, he just didn't quite notice it yet.

Loneliness engulfed them both after everything came to an end and everyone went their separate ways. Even though they had both been accustomed to it, they felt more dark and empty when they were no longer needed.

Darkness was inevitable for them.

Zuko was scarred. Not just because of the burn mark gracing his left eye, but because of the trauma that came along with it. With a dull spirit and a lonely soul, darkness was all he could see.

Toph was blind so darkness was all she'd ever known. The dark was her life, her vision but it wasn't her identity. Even though she'd been in darkness her whole life, the sight of black was nothing compared to the vast loneliness she felt inside.

They were really alike in so any ways.

So when it happened no one really knew how it happened or when, but when it did, they couldn't really tell who started it.

In the beginning everything was as it always had been, brief conversations, subtle interactions with small nods of acknowledgement. At first Toph thought nothing of it, but then things silently but gradually changed and it was all too fast for her to keep up with.

Then there were the deep conversations, the constant interactions, and the small smiles of acceptance with the soft touch of the shoulders or brief brush of the hands. No one really cared to point out the shy blushes, quick glances, and small smirks that would adorn their faces every time they would come back from time spent alone together, but it didn't mean they weren't there.

But stubbornness is a terrible quality, and both of them wore it well.

Even if the war had long been over, the battle within them had only just begun.

Because to an outsider it seemed like a complicated romance, but for them it was so much more.

She knew they were different in so many ways.

And he knew they were worlds apart…

But what they both didn't know was that even though there is loneliness and darkness there is always a light at the end of the tunnel and someone to share it with.

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