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"Get well soon, Korra," she softly whispered to herself as she slowly put her head down on her messy desk riddled with projects of massive structures.

Asami could barely sleep, could barely think, and could barely eat; however, the thought of Korra had kept her at ease. She had been swamped with projects here and there on rebuilding Republic City into a better place—she needed something else to think about. The only thing on her mind was the last farewell she said to Korra.

"Goodbye Korra!" she remembered what she had said. As well as a "I'll miss you" under her breath.

She let out a huge sigh as she shook her head, trying to stop from remembering any further. If only, if only… She had only wished she had taken care of her.

"It's for the best that she figures herself out first. I shouldn't be so selfish—besides, I need to get these projects done so that the people… And Korra would be proud of me," she told herself.

She shook her head at the various ways she could tell her feelings for Korra once she comes back to Republic City, but none of them felt appropriate at the moment. Especially since the trauma the Avatar had gone through. The engineer went back onto her duties and planned on finishing one more project… And possibly a letter before she went to sleep.

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"Dear Korra, I miss you! It's not the same in Republic City without you. How are you feeling? Things are going well here. I just got a big contract to help redesign the city's infrastructure, so I'll be keeping pretty busy for a while."

Korra read her dear friend's letter as well as many other heartfelt letters. But for some reason, this letter from Asami struck her the most.

"I wish I could say the same, Asami. But nothing I ever do is right…" Korra buried her face in her hands and let out a sad groan.

Why can't I be well already! I want to get back in the action and save people! The people need me… But I can't even help myself…

She let out a soft cry. The Avatar wasn't sure if she needed comfort from people after reading such wonderful letters. But she knew she couldn't face them. Especially not in the condition she's in.

It's already been a while and I still haven't recovered? Why do I have to go through this? Why, why, why!

She wished that she could spew all her feelings to someone, but she wasn't sure who. Nor could she say how she actually felt about her condition. There was just too much going on within her.

The Avatar let out an uneasy sigh. She couldn't handle being alone but at the same time, she knew she couldn't show her tragic self to the world just yet. She was too vulnerable and too scared for people to understand her.

Maybe Asami… Maybe she'll listen to me.

Korra grabbed a pen and scribbled some words on a piece of paper. She scribbled, crumpled, and rewrote and scribbled, crumpled, and rewrote until she gave up trying to rewrite the letter to Asami. Korra decided to write whatever came to mind, instead. She poured out her heart on a new piece of paper, hoping that she made sense of what she was saying so that Asami could understand.

Please understand… Korra kept repeating to herself.

As she wrote the last few words of her letter, she had second thoughts about just throwing it all away. But for some reason… For some odd reason, Korra felt the need to send this letter to Asami. And only to Asami. This puzzled her, but Korra immediately decided to think about it over and over. It's probably the amount of noodles she ate that's been making her crazy.

No, no. She disagreed with herself. I feel like there's something… Something I'm not understanding here.

Korra walked to her somewhat comfy bed and plopped herself face-down with her face on her pillow. She made a disgruntled look and was so confused of what she was feeling at the moment.

I mean, come on. We're just friends. But why do I get the feeling that she's the only one who really understands me?

She looked back into her memories and let out her trademark crooked grin. The day she met Asami was the day she wanted to roll her eyes into a different dimension. She giggled. How things have definitely changed. Korra started reminiscing the first few moments. Granted, they weren't really nice since the Avatar was "in love" with Mako, but Korra started understanding that her friendship with Asami was definitely different. Every moment she spent with Asami was always a rejuvenating experience. From the time when Asami taught her how to drive to the time when she lifted Mako into the air with her airbending which made Asami laugh to the time when they were kicking some bandits' asses and many more memories.

But there was a certain memory she overlooked. A certain memory that felt really fuzzy. It was before Jinora's ceremony and Korra really tried to remember what had happened that day.

"Nobody expects you to bounce back right away," she remembered vaguely of what Asami had said as well as some other words of encouragement... But this-this had struck her just now. Korra didn't realize how genuinely thoughtful Asami was. Well, she knew that Asami was one of the most caring friends she has. But it was something about that sentence that made her feel… Understood. Korra's heart leapt. And it was a very different, yet great feeling.

What does this all mean? She tried to figure out what was happening. But more importantly, she was trying really hard to remember what her best friend had said to her.

"…I'm here for you if you ever want to talk, or anything…"

She remembered now. She remembered how much Asami had cared. She even remembered the way Asami's eyes fell when she had said, "or anything." Korra gently punched her head and made a face of which said, "wow, I'm a huge idiot."

It was just so hazy to her. But Korra remembered that she couldn't really comprehend what was going on at the time since there were too many depressing thoughts filling up her brain. She felt guilty that she just realized what Asami said and meant until now.

I'm such an idiot. How could I have not seen that?

Suddenly, a rush of emotions stirred within Korra's heart. She felt so confused, but also happy, guilty, sad, mad, and probably—

No, that can't be. I mean, we're just friends. She probably doesn't feel the same way as me.

But did it really look like that from the surface? Was there truly something more? What did this all mean?

She felt like ripping her pillow apart from the frustration and realization of her feelings. Her heart leapt over and over as if she were falling in—

No, no, no. She shook her head. No, no, no. I'm pretty sure we're just really good friends. There can't be anything more.

Korra just sighed, but it didn't really help her situation. She still felt her heart melting and her thoughts racing. All she could do now is lock up her feelings.

But what if… She paused. What if she actually feels the same way?

She let out a groan of frustration and threw her fists at the sky. If only had she had known sooner. Korra kept flopping about on her bed when exhaustion ran through her body.
"I probably shouldn't get too overworked on this. But I do know one thing." She stared at the ceiling and breathed deeply.

"I think… I think I lov—"

She shook her head, walked back to her desk, and sealed the letter that she had written earlier. She was too tired to think of anything else and finally went back to bed.

"I hope she's alright," she whispered softly as she closed her eyes.

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Author's notes: This is my first fic for this ship and my god, I'm a terrible writer. But I felt like writing about how they felt in their absence. Granted, I can't really explain well nor am I good with portraying their personalities correctly, but it was something I wanted to write since I love them so much.