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Dear Aang,
I love you, but I love Zuko more.
Dear Sokka,
You asked me if I was sure about Aang – I don’t think I was.
Dear Zuko,
I miss you
I shouldn’t have married Aang
Sometimes I look at Bumi and wonder what he would look like with golden eyes.
Katara drew two straight, hard lines through the letters and folded them each, pressing the crease hard enough to turn the tips of her fingers white. In one swift motion she sweeped them from the table and into the fire.
The pops and cracks seemed to deepen her shame.