It was fall, but the chilling breeze of winter blew though the autumn air. A young buck trotted along the side of the river and walked on the bridge. He saw the moon and star's reflection shining on the water. One tear fell from his cheek and fell in the water, but the deer fought the rest of his tears and walked on, hoping to find a life...

And he kept walking and walking. He and his crush, Veronica, had broken up. He did not know when this sadness would end. It was like love was a knife- when one does not love another anymore the knife starts stabbing at him or her, and the blood that bled out was his or her tears.

Tired, Sokka flopped down and began to sleep, but his past kept him awake.
"**** her! Why should I even care about Veronica!" he yelled in his mind. That seemed to do the trick, for right after he thought so, he fell asleep.

But still, his dreams were nightmares of him and the things that made his life horrible.