Non-bender. The word still stings.

After, the best part of his miserable days is when he wakes in the morning, and for a moment, everything is fine.

The worst is the realization; his situation strikes him like a punch to the stomach.

His bending is gone. Forever.

Sometimes, he goes to the sink and tries to bend the water, hoping that maybe the water will once again rise to his command.

But each time, he finds the only water that moves is the tears dripping from his eyes.


A/N: Word count: 100

I really wanted to try a drabble- a real one, and this was the result. Hope you enjoyed.