ZUKO POINT OF VIEW

Immediately Kayla left the room, I sat on the bed, head bowed low, ruffling my hair in frustration. “I fucked up, I always do,” I kept repeating, finally breaking down in tears.

I tried holding back but I couldn’t. I hadn’t been this vulnerable in a long time, the last time I broke down like this was when my dad took my mum away from me. That same hollow feeling was back, the kind that eats you from inside.

I buried my face in my hands, the scent of her still all ...