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To Love is to Hate - Ch. 5水土火气水土火气水土火气水土火气
The spray-painted black walls of Club Skunk-Bear added to the club's darkness as Zuko walked down a hallway towards the main stage. Stares of suspicious girls burned from behind as he entered the heat of the club and searched the crowd to find Katara dancing with her best friend, Suki. He eyed her in curiosity as he took a seat at the bar. She was wearing tight dark jeans that hung onto her hips and a sangria tank top that revealed a haze of the toned skin beneath. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail as it swayed left-to-right. She was beautiful, thought Zuko, Never mind, just hot. She was just hot.
"Yamazaki! What are you doing here tonight?" exclaimed the bartender, breaking Zuko away from his thoughts, as he turned to the bartender.
Katara stopped dancing at the call of such name. She turned to her friends and sh
To Love is to Hate - Ch. 4水土火气水土火气水土火气水土火气
The Weapons Shop, White Lotus High
The third hallway of White Lotus High stayed clear of students as Aang and Sokka lingered outside the school's Weapons shop. Sokka wilfully leaned against the wet and painted walls as Aang turned to him with pleading eyes. The shop's door swung open as Zuko's friend, Seth, brushed pass Aang as he made way to the male washroom. Both Aang and Sokka continued to idle outside the Weapons shop, before making their final decision on who would confront Zuko today. "Go," insisted Aang as he shoved both hands into the depths of his blue jeans. His grey eyes flickered with anxiety as he watched Sokka shake his head in refusal.
"No, you go," hissed Sokka as a deep frown moulded into his face and a twinge of apprehension glazed over his cerulean eyes.
A groan flew from Aang's lips
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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