I fill up books with writing all the time…

[Not for Monika. Not for anyone other than himself. It’s in letters no one can read.]

Zuko got me this journal so I could practice calligraphy.

[He turns to the first page and there is his name, with something else added in:

無拘束

Unfettered. Unrestrained. Uninhibited.]

I got so mad at him for writing in my journal. It’s… personal, y’know? But… he just wanted to be a part of my life.

[His eyes are tearing up and he turns his head away to wipe them.

Writing reminds him of Zuko. So does tea, and fire, and there are… little reminders everywhere for him about them and it hurts so fucking bad.]