Declaimer: I do not own ATLA or their characters. I would like for suggestion on whether I should continue this story, I mean, if you want a possible happily ever after with Toph and Sokka.

They were scattered on the floor covered in old blankets. They were all close to him, huddled together. It made sense, it was goodbye. It made sense, he was getting married. It was going to be the last time they were going to be together as they were now.

They were all sleeping except Toph, she was up all night as they exchanged memories and strange conversations about events and the past and after when they fell silent into slumber. She didn't speak, not even a word. There was this lump in her throat that reminded her of when he first told her the news. Sokka knew she wasn't that happy, she was never that good in pretending, but she guessed that he was better at it since he pretended he didn't notice when she distanced herself from him for the last six months. It made sense, she was cheerless.

At times she wondered what could have happened if things were to be a certain way. Would it have changed anything? Would it have remained the same? Would it have changed anything at all? Would it had all stayed the same? If things would to be different would he, today, have been marring her?

It's irrelevant, Toph decided as she dragged her body closer to his. All that matters is that he is happy, going to be happy, live a happy life, have a happy wife, happy children, die happy. Even if she is miserable, going to be miserable, live a miserable life, have no him, die miserable. It made sense, it was his life.

Through the bittersweet sensation she was whole because she knew there was no better wife than Suki. And Suki loves Sokka's so much and he loves her so much. And she would make a great wife oppose to a no good blind bandit. And would make a good mother oppose to a no good blind women. And he loves her more than a no good blind fragile girl.

Toph imagined that it can't be more than three in the morning and she knows she has to rest because if she doesn't she won't have the strength to go through the day without collapsing to the floor or just enough to her the I-do's. But she has to tell him because she knows later she won't have the chance, later it would be morally wrong, later he would be really paying attention.

"I love you," she said because he's not listening.

The air licked at her with the night wind. Toph tried to suppress a shiver because there were more important things, like knowing why Sokka brought her here, to this unknown place. She guessed they were at a hill but she only figured that out with the vibrations she felt under her feet. Other than that he hadn't told her anything more than the needed to tell her something.

She was a bit wary about the whole thing; after all he said that it was important. Nothing is really important when it comes to Sokka. Well, not in the serious matter he purposely told her this afternoon. It came like a mystery and she was about to burst if it was not clear any time soon. Toph's feet were itching.

"So, what's up?" she finally asked, knowing that if she didn't they would stand all night in silence waiting for something.

"I, ah, wanted to tell you something." Sokka said awkwardly.

Toph didn't know if he had said anything and if she didn't quite catch it, after a minute she was sure he didn't utter anything at all. "What is it?"

Toph hear him scratch his hair or neck and if it were a stranger he or she might have not notice but she did. She knew him better than herself, sometimes she was embarrass to admit. He had hesitated. For him to hesitate meant that whatever he was about to say would mean that he was afraid of hurting her. As if she was weak and couldn't handle what was coming. Toph felt her heart skip two, three, four beats before he even spoke. He was usually right.

"I'm getting married," his words were like rocks thrown from above and right at her chest, the pain intensified by the speed it catch from afar and then the skinning feeling as it penetrated deep in her heart, converting and transforming itself into what was thrown at it. A stone.

Toph wasn't sure if it was the shock or the fact that she exhaled shakily or the small quiet that followed or the threatening tears she felt as she ran and hugged him or the hollow sensation in her stomach or just because she loved him enough to let him go, the words that she said next came with ease, "Oh, congratulations! I'm so happy for you."

She hated that she sounded happy and she hated that she had accepted it all so easily. It meant she had given up easily. It meant that for the first time in her life she was too hurt to continue on fighting. That's saying a lot considering she's the greatest earthbender in the world. And she was very undignified with herself because he was enough reason to keep on the fight.

"I wish you happiness," Toph said as she left Suki's room.

"I'll be happy any other way," Toph heard her shout as she closed the door. As she headed towards Sokka's room before the ceremony it dawn on her that her words didn't make sense. Because-

"Come in," came Sokka's voice after Toph knocked.

She fidgeted with the knob until she turned it and walked inside before she took in a gulp of air. Inside Toph stood awkwardly at one side as she interpreted the sounds of fabric and clincing as an indicator that he was still getting ready. Then there were footsteps coming out of someplace and then he exhaled.

"What?"

"I hope Suki looks as beautiful as you today," he told her.

Toph tried not to flat-out turn red in front of him. She had been receiving compliments on her long fitted earth-styled green dress and her earring and head piece and the make-up done by Katara and pointy shoes but she didn't believe anyone. Though hearing it from him made her stand a little straighter. He never lies.

"Ah, well, I was at Suki's could have told you how she looked like, but," Toph pointed at her eyes, "I'm blind." Then she hesitated. It wasn't the time to be joking she knew that. "But a bet she looks just as or more prettier than me. I'll let it pass, since it's your wedding day. I'll get her later."

There was this friction in the air which made her pulse quicken. She felt like turning on her heels and walking away. It felt nostalgic. Maybe because that was it, this moment was becoming a memory and soon they won't remember anything about today. It was goodbye. It was the end and it felt like the world stop in expectation of what was to come out of it. Toph hoped that it would be something good.

It took a moment for Toph to register the vibration and a second to hear his words and an instant to run into his arms. "Doesn't the broom deserve a hug?"

It felt like forever before she forced herself to relinquish the words. "I'm so happy for you."

His arms around her tightened. His words came like needles in her head as he whispered in her ear. "Are you?"

Toph pushed him away, insulted. How could he have told her that? "Of, course I am."

"Really?" he pressed on, his voice hinting a small ounce of annoyance that ticked her off.

"Yeah, but if you don't believe me that's your problem." He was doing it again. He was hurting her. Worse of all with the truth. She wasn't excited about the whole thing, that enough was clear. But she was happy for him. For the things that he would come out of this.

"That's just it, Toph. This is the second time you said those words and this is the second time I don't believe you."

"I'm sorry if it's not convincing!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "But don't you think that these last moments that we spend together we shouldn't waste arguing."

"What makes you think that we won't spend more time together?" one question out of the blue that made her inside ripe apart with the reminder.

"Sokka, you're getting married." She said flatly as if it weren't more obvious. "There won't be time for friends. It's going to be totally different now. I'm sorry if you don't believe me but I'm truly am happy for you. I'm just not happy for myself and I'm sorry some traces catches with yours." She let her words sink. "But I just want to spend these last few moments happy, without fighting, or distrust. Like we use to. Just this once. Please."

"Okay," Sokka said reluctantly as he wrapped Toph in his arms.

Toph's arms found his back as she prayed to the Spirits not to ruin his clothes for the ceremony with her tears. "I only wish you happiness, you know that."

"What about yours?" he murmured.

She felt a lump rise at her throat. "As long as you are, I am."

Sokka gently pushed away, kissing her on the forehead. "I love you, too."

It made sense, he loved her too.