[He wants them back. It’s not going to happen. They’ll probably never come back. Tears fall anew and he can only stare at his device, not sure what he should type.
There are things he has from them, the wreath he made with Aurora… the hoodie he’d gifted her. From Zuko… he’s surrounded by reminders of them. He can’t do anything without being haunted by them.]
I want them back.
[It’s not possible, but it’s a wish.
Lying here on his bedroom floor with tears pouring down his temples into his grey hairline, he doesn’t feel hungry or cold. He feels incredibly selfish. Zuko will go and be Fire Lord, and Aurora will marry her prince and be a princess, and… they’ll both forget he even exists.]
I know saying so doesn’t change anything. They likely aren’t coming back, but… if I could have one wish, it would be to have them return.
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There are things he has from them, the wreath he made with Aurora… the hoodie he’d gifted her. From Zuko… he’s surrounded by reminders of them. He can’t do anything without being haunted by them.]
I want them back.
[It’s not possible, but it’s a wish.
Lying here on his bedroom floor with tears pouring down his temples into his grey hairline, he doesn’t feel hungry or cold. He feels incredibly selfish. Zuko will go and be Fire Lord, and Aurora will marry her prince and be a princess, and… they’ll both forget he even exists.]
I know saying so doesn’t change anything. They likely aren’t coming back, but… if I could have one wish, it would be to have them return.