Gravity

He didn't even know her, and yet she still saved his life. The pretty girl with hauntingly sad green eyes, who unwillingly fought her Equalist father and held back her tears as she shocked him into unconsciousness. The same girl who stood with her chin up as her boyfriend broke up with her at the worst moment to follow after the girl Avatar and fight Amon. The same beautiful girl who fought off her inner demons and stepped in front of him to take the knife aimed for his back, who now lay bleeding in his arms, blood staining the white snow red from where the knife cut a little too deep.

His trembling fingers pressed against the wound on her side, thick blood oozing from between them. She coughed and her chest gave a short spasm.

"Look at me!" he demanded. "Look right at me."

She struggled to turn her head towards him, frightened, hauntingly sad green eyes staring a spear straight through his soul. His heart gave a lurch into his stomach at the thought of such a beautiful young woman dying for him because he was inattentive in battle. It made him sick.

"Everything's going to be alright," he said. "We'll get you some help. Just keep looking at me. Don't look away." He looked around desperately for someone to help him. He saw a field of unconscious Equalist supporters scattered along the frozen terrain, the earthbender brother they fought along side with nowhere to be seen.

He heard a wordless whisper from below him. Her lips moved as she tried to say something, the breath not there to meet her words. Blood coated her lips like deathly lipstick, deepening the lines along her lips with color.

"Shh, shh. Don't try to speak. Just focus on breathing. Keep looking at me."

Her eyes grew desperate and a tear slipped down her cheek. Her fingers fisted in his tattered uniform jacked as she tried to whisper again. He leaned in closer, swallowing the knot in his throat to listen.

"D-Don't let… them win…"

A plead. A gasp paired with a desperate look and a lonely tear. Somewhere deep inside him, a viciously tight vice closed down around his heart and shortened his breath. She wasn't stupid. She knew she was dying. But instead of the helpless fear he had seen before in the eyes of his men when they died, her eyes burned with desperate longing. A wish in her time of death for things to be better. If not for her, then for everybody else they fought for. Selflessness in her one moment she was allowed to be selfish.

Her throat spasmed and her breath caught. Two more tears followed the first and dripped off her lashes to mix with the heavy blood staining the white of his uniform pants. She struggled to breathe and the blood oozing from her wound wasn't slowing down. He could almost feel her slipping away.

"No, no!" he choked out. "Stay with me! Don't close your eyes! You're going to make it. Just stay with me!"

Her lips moved soundlessly in response, her brilliant, haunting eyes shrouded by wet lashes. He pleaded with her, but her limbs grew heavy in his arms. His bloody hand desperately pressed into her side, hoping, pleading that it would help keep her entrancing eyes from closing one final time.

But her final breath whispered past her lips and he was left cradling what was left of the beautiful girl that caught his eye. A girl with so much promise and light, left to be another faceless victim to this senseless hate war. A beautiful girl who sacrificed herself to save his life.

And he didn't even know her name.

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A/N: You guys didn't need your feels anyway. T^T