no tears left to cry

When Aang was young, his smiles came easily. His laughs were as careless and free as his element. His dance was as light as the breeze that twirled the leaves around him. His tears fell like the rain when nature mourned. He wonders when it became harder and harder for him to smile. He wonders when his tears stopped coming. Or: the war breaks Aang. TW: depression, suicidal thoughts