Zuko happy

The city was faded, the neon was blurry, the rain was lashing down. You spotted Zuko under the bridge, his shoulders clenched as if he was trying to hold in the pain. His hair was plastered to his face, his golden eyes were blazing. In the light of the lantern, the scar on his cheek glinted like a hot mark.
He didn't hear your steps, only the rain beat on the roof like a storm of drums.
-Leave
He whispered without even looking up.
You froze.
-What?
—We're breaking up. Right now.
His voice was hoarse, as if rusty: every word scratched the air.

You took a step forward and the puddle exploded into splashes, like mercury.
-Zuko, look at me.
He raised his head. Water dripped from his scars, winking with bloody-ruby reflections. The corners of his lips trembled with a confession he had hidden for too long.
-You are perfection.
He exhaled, breaking like a thin branch.
—And I’m…ugly. People see a monster, and you know it. They whisper behind them, as if I’ve sucked on your light. I’m ashamed of every look you give me, every kiss. I’m…ugly. I’m…unworthy.
He started to move away, as if he wanted to disappear into the darkness, but you grabbed his sleeve. The rain hit harder, as if the elements themselves were protesting his decision.

-Do you hear yourself?
You asked, barely breathing.
-You call something ugly that saved your life. Your scar is a piece of history that I love.
He pulled his hand back, his fingers trembling stubbornly.

• Don't lie to yourself.
  Escaped from his lips.
  -You are kind, but pity is not love.

The words hung between you like shards. A car sped past, illuminating the scar, making it glow like a fresh wound. You came closer, smelling the wet skin, and gently touched the scar, like a petal.

-Look at me.
She said quietly.
—There is no pity in my eyes. There is only love.

He shuddered, tears mixing with the rain. You stood on tiptoe and kissed his scar, warm as a flame under his skin.
Zuko couldn't help but burst into tears, falling to his knees. He hugged your hips, buried his forehead in your stomach, and his trembling hands held you, as if afraid of losing you.

• I love you... I love you so much that I can't breathe.
  He spoke through sobs.
  -Sorry for doubting. Sorry...