It's been at least that long since my sister's best friends left to go their separate ways, the last time I saw her.
She walks in without fanfare, looking for Azula, not me.
My first crush. My first, fumbling, kiss. Possibly even my first love, it occurs to me now.
I turn my head just enough so that she can get a clear glimpse of what remains of my face. Go ahead. Look at me.
Even Mai, she who remains eternally bored, she of the perfect façade, cannot stop her wince in time.
Something inside me quietly dies.