So this is my first Avatar fanfiction, but I recently fell back in love with the series, so I decided to give it a try.

I'm thinking this story will be about FIVE chapters long :)

Hope you enjoy!

Katara's back was pressed against the wall, her arms wrapped loosely around Aang's neck. His lips were on hers and they had been like that for the past ten minutes or so.

Katara loved kissing Aang; it was as if every kiss was sincere. There were never any quick kisses between them, no pecks or hurried goodbyes. Aang seemed to make sure that every time their lips touched he was letting her know just how much she meant to him.

Outside, laughter could be heard from the ongoing party: Aang's party in particular. They were celebrating the one-year anniversary of the end of the war; a full twelve months had gone by since Aang had defeated the Fire Lord. But while Earth Kingdom celebrated downstairs in the streets and the courtyard of the palace, Katara and Aang were having their own anniversary.

Aang parted their lips for a moment, taking a deep breath. Katara giggled, looking up into his stormy gray eyes.

"Katara," he breathed, leaning in and kissing her. Through their embrace, Katara managed to mutter, "Aang."

They separated again, once more looking at each other. Their faces were mere centimeters apart, their foreheads touching. The pair was in their own little haven, a small room in the Earth king's palace that seemed all their own.

"I love you, Katara," Aang said, smiling while he did so. Then he leaned in again for another kiss.

He first noticed something was wrong when Katara didn't respond with as much force as before, as if he had somehow taken her by surprise. The second hint that she was upset was that their kiss had somehow become very wet.

"Katara, are you okay?" Aang asked, leaning back to take in her face. Her sapphire eyes were brimming with tears, some of which had doused their kiss. She turned away from him as he spoke, fiercely wiping eyes.

"Yea, I mean, I guess…"

Aang reached out an arm to put it around her shoulder. As he did so, Katara turned to him, burying her face in his shirt. She sobbed for a few moments, before mumbling something.

"What?" Aang asked, leaning closer to her.

"I said I've been thinking," Katara muttered, removing her face from his robes. Aang placed his hands on her shoulders, laughing softly.

"Okay. You've been thinking, but I don't know why that would make you cry. I mean, maybe if Sokka starts to think a little more, then you might cry. Like if he starts thinking about what we're doing in here, then we're definitely in for it. You know how he gets about us, you know, touching."

He laughed, but Katara didn't follow his lead. His smile softened as he put his hand under her chin and gently lifted her face to look at him.

"Do you ever think about, us?" Katara questioned, eyes wavering.

"Us? You mean us together?" Aang said, "Yea, of course. I mean, I used to more before we actually were together, I mean before we kissed, you know."

He blushed, glancing away quickly.

"I guess I think of our memories now, when I think about us. Before I used to just, daydream, about, err, what could have been?" The last part came out as a question, and he turned to look at her, trying to make her understand. He had never actually told Katara about his daydreams of her. He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to tell her without dying of embarrassment first.

"Aang," Katara said softly, startling him out of his own thoughts. "I love you, a lot. At least I think I do."

He felt his heart leap in his chest as she said this. Katara felt her own jump too. She had never actually told him 'I love you' before.

"Well, that's good, isn't it?" Aang said, leaning in so that their foreheads touched. Gray met blue for a moment, but Katara fleeting eyes caused her to shatter the moment.

"Yes, it's a good thing," she said, backing away so she could start pacing. "I mean, love is supposed to be the best feeling in the world! Right?" She stopped as if waiting for an answer, before picking up the pacing again.

"Katara, I-"

"But do even know what love is? I mean I'm only sixteen! And you're, you're just about to turn fifteen! Well, I guess one hundred and fifteen, but that's beside the point. What can we know about love? We're young, and-"

"I really think-"

"The only person I've ever been with is you. And the only person you've ever been with is me. How are we supposed to know that this is right? That we're really made for each other?"

Silence.

Aang was looking at Katara, whose hands were clenched at her sides and whose eyes were brimming with tears. For a moment they just stared at each other, then Aang crossed the room and enveloped her in a hug.

"Katara, I know I love you," he whispered, "When I'm with you, it's, it's the best feeling I've have experienced."

"But what if there's someone out there who can make you feel even better?"

Aang pulled away for a moment, looking at the teary form of his girlfriend. She had her hands in his, clutching them as if, as if, that would be the last time she would hold them.

"Katara, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, I'm saying," Katara stammered. She looked down at her feet, and then continued. "Aang, I think we should, you know, maybe take a chance to really see if this is best."

Aang felt his blood turn to ice. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Katara, what did I do wrong?" he stuttered, eyes blazing with emotion, "Just tell me, and I'll fix it."

"Aang, you didn't do anything wrong, I just-"

"Then why are you suggesting that we breakup? Why? We were just kissing, telling each other that we were in love. Why are you doing this?"

"I do love you Aang, at least I think I do-"

"So why breakup? Why?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE!" Katara hadn't meant to shout, but she was in such turmoil inside that she couldn't keep it bottled up anymore. "And Aang, I'm not sure if you know what it feels like either."

The room was absolutely silent. Neither looked at the other. The air was tense, as if electric was pulsing through the room. Finally, Aang moved, stepping over to the wall to grab his glider.

"Aang, what are you doing?" Katara asked, stepping towards him. He didn't answer, just pushed past her to the window.

"Aang!"

Katara leaped towards him, grabbing his arm and turning him around. She kissed him. She kissed him with so much force that she was afraid she might bruise him. The embrace was short, the shortest she's probably ever kissed him. When she pulled away, Aang's face was blank, but his eyes were glistening.

"Just for a little while Aang," Katara whispered, "Just until we figure things out."

He didn't answer. All he did was squeeze her hand once more, before jumping out the window and gliding out into the night.