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What do I have to do, To finally be with you? Which words will I have to rhyme, To have your hand in mine? When will there be a day, To see if love really finds a way? Where do I need to go, To make sure you'll be there to know? Who do I need to be, For you to be with me?

I love your flaws. You talk about them a lot. You criticize yourself, but that's okay. I love them all. There isn't a thing I would change about you. There isn't a single thing I don't like. Is that love? When you can take someone for all they're worth? When you want to hold them, even when they don't like themselves? I think that's love. Unconditional caring. Unlimited acceptance. Flaws and all.

The sharp click, click, click of the woman's heel on the marble floor resounded throughout the dining hall as she impatiently tapped her foot. Circular dining tables draped with white tablecloths filled the room and rectangular buffet tables with similar cloth sat in the back. A full band sat in the corner of the room on a stage, as if it were a wedding reception. Family, some friends, and many more acquaintances of her father filled the room and talked among themselves. Rose ignored them. A long, blue dress flowed to just above her ankles. Silver earrings hung so they were just visible past her auburn hair. Neither her crossed ar

Zhan was too stunned to move. The field he was standing in was wide and mostly open, with the exception of a long ridge off in the distance. The grass was spread across the ground like a placid, emerald lake. The area was nearly flat, all except for a single strut of solid earth that protruded from the ground. It was fresh. The boy kept staring at it, his view constantly switching between his outstretched fist, and the outreaching rock. His arm was trembling. Zhan slowly lowered it as he backed away from the idle, unwanted monument to his newfound ability. The thought of what he had just learned sent a chill down his spine and fluttered in h

The atmosphere was warm, both literally and figuratively. Deep reds, dark tones, and brilliant golds made up the entirety of the room. Starting at the floor, which was black marble, then the red-draped dining tables, seemingly shoved off to the side to make room for the main floor. On the floor itself, Noblemen and their wives from all about the Fire Nation wore red and black robes with gold trims, and similar themed accessories. At the edge of the room, away from it all, sat Zhengqi. His blue eyes stuck to the ground in front of him. He nervously ran his hands back and forth across the sides of his formal garb. It was a brighter red than mo

The stream ran warm and thin during the hot summer months. It struggled to run over the rocks and crags throughout its small path, but ultimately triumphed over them, and flowed across the subtle slope. Zhengqi came to this spot often. The short cliff to his back provided cover from his keepers who may search for him, and the thick foliage far to his right made it even less likely that he'd travel here. He sat there, and watched the water as he thought. He closed his eyes again, and tried hard to remember his mother's face. As usual, he could not. He'd seen paintings, family portraits, even a statue requested by his father, but none of them

The arena was rectangular, and lavishly decorated, outside of the boundaries. The ground within the boundaries was a flat, leveled stone, which was at a slightly lower elevation than the rest of the room. A ceiling, adorned with a dragon-themed mosaic, stood far above the arena. Decorative torches lined all four walls. Outside of the boundaries, spectators stood on either long side of the rectangle, brimming with anticipation. On each end, there sat a man, squatted, leaning forward with their right hand on the ground, and with a decorative shawl over their backs. Both were barefoot, bare chested, and wore baggy pants that were tighter around