Azula's POV
It's been almost two years, yet I still can't erase him from my mind. The pain he carved into me lingers like an open wound. I remember the nights I spent curled up, drowning in silent sobs. The words he once spoke—the same lips that had once whispered love—still echo in my head, now sharp enough to cut.
He left when I needed him the most. And somehow, he made it seem like I was the one at fault. Why? Because I loved him too much? Because my heart was his without question?
Fine. If that's my sin, then so be it. But he will see—his Blue Rose can bloom without him. I will live. I will stand. And I will prove that I can survive without the man who shattered me