My life is now hell. My being is now a cold, lifeless shell. When I look in the mirror, I see empty, soulless eyes staring back at me. I punch the mirror and it shatters into thousands of pieces, some of them cutting my hand deep. I don't care if I bleed. I don't care if it hurts. I'm already hurt beyond my limit. Losing Kazan brought most of the pain. But what dealt the final blow was something else... My best friend abandoned me...
At this point, I don't think even Zuko could make me smile ever again...
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