A/N: So, I started this story around Christmas time and I've just now got enough of it written up that I'm willing to post it. That, and I know we all need some more good Sokka stories out there; if this can be counted as a 'good' story...

Promises...They were so easy to make. Sometimes, they are easy to keep. Most of the time, they aren't.

Some people know this but they make the promises, ones they know they won't keep, anyways.

Some people only make the promises that they know they can keep easily.

And then, if you look hard enough, one might be lucky enough to spot one of the few that make the promises they need to make; and then they do everything in their power to keep them.

But those people are hard to come across and, as the years pass by and the promises become harder to keep and heavier on their shoulders, they become easier to break.

Sometimes, they even need a little help.

But, it's these people that have the hardest time getting help. They will give and give and give bits of themselves whenever people ask but they get so little in return.

Why? Because we think that they are strong enough not to need our help. The help of the selfish and the takers and the promise-breakers. We think that they're stronger then that.

But they aren't because, for all the promises they make and keep, there are some things that a person just can't do on their own.

This is the tale of one such person, who will keep his promises over keeping his life.