A/N: Short little drabble, from Katara's POV, set in the last episode.

Realize

I'll never forget that day when Aang became the Ocean Spirit. The day had been muddled with fighting and explosions and fear of the great Fire Nation who was slowly driving upon the city. I remembered how Aang's face looked when the Moon Spirit had been ripped unceremoniously from the mortal world, how it floated on the desolate water of the Sacred Place. His determination was…exhilarating. Frightening. And almost…hypnotic. I'll never forget that face.

I remembered when his eyes and his arrow lit up- how my heart pumped whenever his Avatar spirit was manifesting itself. It always got me excited- I think his sheer power simply flows through my body. But I also was scared- scared of what he would do. He can be terrifying when he's angry. Though, I can usually calm him, I didn't think this time I had much of a chance. I was also scared for his safety. The Spirits can be ruthless at times, and I didn't know what damage it might do to him. I simply held my breath and prayed as he stepped into the water, his arms assuming the familiar meditative position.

Then he merged into one with the Ocean Spirit. I can remember the beauty and terror of it all. I remember watching him in the great body of the Ocean and reign its fury upon the Fire Nation, my heart swelling with unknown emotion.

The moment I saw him disappear into the pond and engulfed by its holy water, I knew that I loved him.