Jet watched Katara walk away,with another person hand in hand, throwing out all they used to be. What hurts the most, was that she stayed with his enemy, the scarred boy he once accused. She looked back for a moment and sighed. Goodbye to their past...

Aang watched Katara stare into his eyes, the eyes that did not belong to him but that of the banished prince. He cried, for a first love hurts the most. He envied, because he met her first yet wasn't able to keep her last. He suffered, seeing them fall in love with the fact thae she did not fall in love with him. He hated it.

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Jet's breaths shortened by each second, eyes slowly closing to darkness. He didn't care anymore. No one else cared anyway. He lay there dying with no affection left in him, his heart like an ice box, no love to warm it up. He thought about her and when she called it quits. It felt exactly as it did now, a dieing feeling, so cold. So cold.

Aang began to drift from life, breathing slowly where he lay. He didn't care anymore. He hated his life from the start. This was all there was left for the reason of living, to save everyone else's life. But why won't anyone save him? Closing his eyes, every bit of disaster played in his mind, especially to when his love soon loved someone else. It hurt, his heart now replaced with an ice box. He felt alone in the shadows when he saw a love forming in them. It didn't matter if everyone else hate him, atleast Katara would love him. But destiny didn't want it that way. So there he lay, with an iced heart empty and cold. So cold.

AN: Err, Jet and Katara didn't really happen that way, but I just bended it a bit. So yeahh, Jet and Aang are dying, but I have no idea why. You have an imagination! Use it. lol :)

Ice Box- Omarion.