100 Days, 100 Drabbles (#87: The Painted Lady)
Genre: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Title: 100 Days, 100 Drabbles
Chapter Title: The Painted Lady (087/100)
Author:
catalyst283
Word count: 181
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Notes: Avatarspirit.net, why did you have to betray me so with your LACK of a transcript for this episode? ;_; I had to go to wikiquote, and could only find ONE good quote to use! ._. It’s better than nothing, I guess, and the quote itself was a pretty powerful one, though a bit redundant. ^^;; (The drabble makes it different, though :3)
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The Painted Lady
No! I will never turn my back on people who need me!
Because when I needed it most of all, there was no one there for me. My brother will argue and say that he was there, our grandmother was there-but he was barely older than I, and Gran Gran practically needed protecting herself. There just was no one there to watch me, support me when I fell and pull me back up again.
I had to do it all myself-I had to be strong enough to get through it all.
But mostly, I think (and it is a secret that I will never tell) it was because of her. The one who I failed to help, the one whose death I will regret until my dying day. Sometimes I think that my determination to develop my bending came from that fact that I wasn’t strong enough to save her. And ever since I have tried to heal every possible person I can, vowing to make up for the one life that mattered the most.
Forgive me, Mom.
Title: 100 Days, 100 Drabbles
Chapter Title: The Painted Lady (087/100)
Author:
catalyst283
Word count: 181
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Notes: Avatarspirit.net, why did you have to betray me so with your LACK of a transcript for this episode? ;_; I had to go to wikiquote, and could only find ONE good quote to use! ._. It’s better than nothing, I guess, and the quote itself was a pretty powerful one, though a bit redundant. ^^;; (The drabble makes it different, though :3)
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The Painted Lady
No! I will never turn my back on people who need me!
Because when I needed it most of all, there was no one there for me. My brother will argue and say that he was there, our grandmother was there-but he was barely older than I, and Gran Gran practically needed protecting herself. There just was no one there to watch me, support me when I fell and pull me back up again.
I had to do it all myself-I had to be strong enough to get through it all.
But mostly, I think (and it is a secret that I will never tell) it was because of her. The one who I failed to help, the one whose death I will regret until my dying day. Sometimes I think that my determination to develop my bending came from that fact that I wasn’t strong enough to save her. And ever since I have tried to heal every possible person I can, vowing to make up for the one life that mattered the most.
Forgive me, Mom.