I must get over this writers block from hell. It's seriously painful.

This has been saved in my documents since City of Walls and Secrets, but I was too scared to post it as it really is not that good. But, in an attempt to cure me, I am posting it.

Review, because nothing cures my writer's block like reviews. And tea.

warning: slight implied slash. Stalker!Jet.

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Jet is back.

Zuko does not see him, but some sixth sense tells him that Jet is back.

He looks for him, but at best all he sees is a vague shadow in the corner of his vision. When he draws nearer, it vanishes and he grits his teeth in frustration.

It is unnerving. Everywhere he goes, he feels eyes analyzing every motion, taking note of every jumpy twitch, reading all his thoughts. His hand shakes when he pours tea, and the cups rattle when he sets them down, trying to act casual but failing miserably.

Zuko grows edgier by the hour; he is a nervous wreck and is ashamed.

At night, footsteps sound outside his window. He runs to see, broadswords at hand, but Jet is gone and he is alone in the starlit night, filled with an unreasonable loneliness.

After a time, Zuko wonders if the phantom haunting his steps is merely his own paranoia and a hyperactive imagination. The perpetual monotony of the teashop is getting to his head. He is a lunatic, an utter fool.

Why would Jet be stalking him? he asks himself with contempt.

Zuko shoves his gnawing worries to the back of his mind and forces himself not to jump at every sudden noise. It is nothing.

Then he sees a bitten grass stalk outside his window, and knows for sure that he is once again Jet's prey.

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Poor Zuko. He's a nervous wreck.

Review if you ever want me to write again.