Funeral

The day is bright and shining, providing a complete contrast to the melancholy atmosphere that seems determined to push its presence on the crowd standing in a close circle. It's a small ceremony; there will be a bigger one for the public eye later that day, but for now it's just friends and family.

Toph Bei Fong stands rigidly as she feels as her fathers' casket being lowered into the ground. She can feel her mothers' tears hitting the dirt. She's never gotten along with her parents, but she had loved them -- still loves them, even as one is being buried for eternity.

Standing at her side, Sokka slides his hand into hers, lacing his fingers through hers. It's an intimate gesture she hasn't felt from him in what seems like years, and she squeezes his hand firmly.

"It's okay to cry," he murmurs to her, so softly she's not even sure if he's actually said it or if she's just imagining his voice. Either way, it does the trick, and as Toph's body begins to shake with silent cries she lets her best friend weave his arm around her.

The day is bright and shining, but for Toph Bei Fong it's the darkest day that ever was.

It's been a while since I've updated this, but I've written a few more Tokka drabbles lately, and I figured I'd share them with you guys here on in addition to the people over at KF.

So this one was kind of depressing, but I wanted to write it. The opening line struck me and it kind of just wrote itself from there. It takes place several years in the future, which hopefully was obvious...

Hope you guys enjoy! As always, reviews are appreciated but not necessary. :)

-WS