A/N: this is the last chapter and thank you people for the reviewing and the great feedback. In the end I will inform you about the other sequels.

Dead.

"Sokka?" Toph's air was lunged out of her lungs like pigeons about to be catapulted from great heights.

For an instant Sokka was frozen not knowing what to do. He forgotten for a moment how she looked, how she changed. She looked tired and exasperated. He only but hesitated in her presence.

Dead. The man you… you… slept with is dead.

He held the words in his tongue, maybe it wasn't the right time to tell her. Why make her suffer so continually? Why would he do that?

Maybe because…Sokka shook his head. No. He didn't want it. He wasn't jealous or protective or resentful. Sokka didn't want to be him. After all he was a dead man, now. Of course Sokka wasn't the only one to end in the hands of Toph. He should have known at least that bit. Others would expire too when they met her. Who she is, was and was so clear to become and they would want more. And things in great amounts aren't usually good.

"Toph," Sokka was surprise that he still sounded out of breath and exhausted from the jog he took to get here, "I'm… can I come inside?"

Toph stood there, deciding was an incapacity at the moment. Sokka was going to ask again until she spoke just as he opened his mouth to do so. "Why- Why should I? I asked to be alone and you're… not listening."

"But can you listen to me?"

Toph looked at the ground but Sokka knew that it wasn't that (after all she can't see). She was deciding what she would do. He was scared she might refuse but when she stepped aside he held in a breath of relief. He immediately walked in and found a place to sit, not wasting time as to have a spare to gather all he needed to say.

Toph had her arms crossed, but she wasn't sitting down, her face looked a shade pink. "What is it that you came here for?"

Desperation. Sokka was full of desperation. Should he tell her that that man was killed by a mob of fire benders while on the job? Would she immediately know that he was looking for that man to have a confrontation? To know exactly what type of man Toph had been messing with? Would she know he was mad it wasn't him instead?

With this desperation Sokka jumped to his feet and grabbed Toph by the shoulder, she tried to have eye contact. It was weird since they say she's blind but Toph has been the only person who he can look in the eyes and feel like his being attended to, like he was part of something important, that he was saying something important.

"I'm," he felt Toph tense, "sorry." For what I'm about to tell you. "You know that I love you." But I can't find the words to say this exactly. "I'm sorry for what I've done, or said that may have caused you to hate me." He pulled her into his arms. "I know I always ruined things up. I'm so stupid"

He couldn't do it. He couldn't tell her the truth. Instead he told another one. He meant it and not until Toph reciprocated did he realize how much sadness he had been holding since their fight. Her laugh was enough to forget everything. Why was he there?

She agreed. "If you think I will ever hate you then you really are stupid."

Sokka pulled away trying to look for a change in her expression that might indicate any reaction before he spoke. "Toph, why do you always do that?"

"What?"

"Forget so easily."

"Because that's the last thing you do when you forgive." She said as if it was so comprehensible.

" Toph, you know that all those things I said…" he began a lit bit too shameful and bitter that he had to stop and push forward the taste.

"You never meant it," she finished. "It's okay. That's what dad used to say."

"I just…"

"We're okay. Okay?" Toph said but Sokka knew that of all the things the least she felt was okay. And he doesn't know if it was because he knew her for so many years and had gone through so much experiences and encounters and occurrences but he knew she was lying.

"I need you to promise me something," he said.

She was precautious when she asked "What?"

"If," he strained to find the correct words to piece them together to create the right sentence, "I ever make you feel like you're mistreated or offended or upset or… hurt I want you to get mad, okay? Because," he said, feeling his frustration escalate to his chest and head and lungs, "you can't be so forgetful. I don't deserve you're forgiveness."

He saw as her face blanked and it was so clear, like glass, like water, like her, like her that she was holding herself together. But she was failing miserably.

He continued. "And if I'm a jerk or an ass… but especially to you, I want you to tell me, I want you to stop me, I want you not to forgive me- because that's the only way you'll let me know I've crossed the line, that I've gone too far, that I reached some sort of boundary." He waited a moment to let this sink in her pores, her mind, her reasoning. Then he said. "I don't ever want to make you feel like I've broken you…"

Then she started crying and he wondered what he did this time. Why everything he did-he destroyed, he wrecked, he unmake-

But then she said between breaths and between tears and between pieces of herself "Don't ask for thing that are impossible. You can ask for anything-I will give you anything, except the impossible. But don't ask me to not to forgive you because that is impossible."

"I don't deserve-"

"You can't decide what you deserve," she shouted this time. "You can't do that."

He doesn't know why, but he was starting to get mad. That was the last thing he wanted but he couldn't help it. Who was she to tell him what to do? Who was she to deem him the right to be like everybody else?

"Why not?" he said. "It's my own life and I should decide what I do with it. You can't tell me what and what not to do and who I am and-"

"That's the problem," she said, "we will always rate ourselves a second version of ourselves. We don't know what we deserve because we don't know what we're capable of. And you, Sokka, are capable of anything. And thinking you don't deserve anything in life is impossible."

"What are you saying Suki?" he said, not believing what he was hearing. "How-how can you say that?"

Suki's eyes are distrusting as she looked at him. As if she couldn't decided whether he was being honest or whether he was lying. He didn't know why but it rubbed him the wrong way. More because her accusations were unmistakably severe and insane. She lost her mind, he thought.

"I see," he could notice that talking was painful to her, "the way you look at her- the way you talk to her and I feel like you ask me to marry you because you're confuse. Like… you're trying to run away from that, from something…"

"Oh, my, spirits," he heard his voice sounding outraged but in his mind all he could make out was the chaos and disorder and madness. Because of Suki. He had to say something fast or she will. "I get it now… you're jealous."

"Please Sokka," she said, "I would never be jealous of Toph. I, mean, look at her-"

"And now you're criticizing her," he added annoyed fumbling with his hands to indicate that, even though it was clear enough.

"Can't you see?" she asked, incredulously. "I haven't even said a word about her and you're already accusing me, defending her."

"I…" he didn't know what to respond with… because she was right. He didn't even notice until she pointed it out. He was getting all defensive with her fiancé because he referred to his friend in a wrong way. What was happening to him?

"And I love you and I want you to be happy. So, I want you to decide because I can't decide for you...I can't inflict a verdict because I'm too selfish."

"Why?" he asked seeing it was the only thing that occurred to him.

"Because I might choose her."

Here it was again. The same word. Impossible. And how she made sense and how he liked her logic and how she made him feel better. Because she made him feel important…it made him feel possible.

"So promise me," she shouted. She wanted to confirm. That was the thing with Toph, she always wanted to confirm. She didn't care if it was right or wrong, or if they would or wouldn't because either way they would. "Promise me you'll never ask me to hate you because I can't. I can't hate my brother."

It was like something crashed. The sound was so close and he feared it might have come from the outside and he wanted to reach a window maybe to see if he could put a face to this disturbance. But as he kept looking at Toph for some kind of reaction, so kind of indication that she heard it too did he realized it was him. His heart. It crashed. It burned. It ached.

He understood Suki's words know and maybe he knew all along and it only provoked the point more of him trying to distract what he was feeling by committing to someone else. Maybe because he was scared, maybe because he was afraid or shameful that he'd be thinking of another when he had one for him now- or then. He understood now why he didn't told her about the man, about how he died, why he asked her to hate her, or why it was so difficult to promise.

Because it's easier to hate than to love.

Because It's easier to forget than forgive.

Because it's easier to pretend than to commit.

And even though it's difficult and even though he's not fully honest and even though he was just in an accident and he his struggling and even though his adding ands to his mind to prolong the moment he has to say something, he has to prevent the walls that are rising, that are forming, that are preventing.

But all he could say was "I promise."

And all he could think was this time I've done it.

A/N: So yeah, I do not like fru fru happy endings out of nowhere I think it's a little unbelievable at times. So if you want to know what happened next you should read my two chapter story Beneath Dark Waters which will explain few things (Warning: I wrote BDW before this one like a year ago, so forgive me if it sounds off or if there some mistakes) and when you're done you should read the Tokka Week I did last summer (Was it?) that will conclude the whole story. Thank you for reading