korrasami where somethings lost- Anon
T for language. Drabble.
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There are shadows in her eyes. When Korra looks at Asami, it's all she can see. Dark and dull, as if they were polluted by ash and the hands of another. The very air that Korra breathes seems fogged with smoke. Asami stands there, longing and pleading a few feet from the other woman. She's reaching out her hand, begging Korra to take it. Korra doesn't move. Her eyes stay dark. Her soul too heavy to move, the movement too costly. Getting up from where Korra sat and walking over to meet Asami in the middle was too much to ask. Korra couldn't even begin to try.
Even as the tears fell down Asami's face the distance between them seemed to get greater and greater. Asami was too far away, and there was something lost. She, Korra, was missing something she couldn't name. This nameless thing tugged at the strings to her heart, playing a melancholy tune Korra had heard before in a voice too far away to answer. Before she knew what was lost, those very strings tied her down where Korra stood and made it completely impossible to move.
It wasn't long before the darkness and smoke was all there was, and Korra was completely alone.
She awoke the next morning to sunlight pouring in and blinding her through the window. The smoke she could've sworn she breathed was nothing more than the white mist of her breath from the cold of the South Pole. Korra had opened her window last night before going to bed under a feeling of utter suffocation. It took her a moment, as she managed to manuver her body into her wheelchair, to realize that the shadows were all a dream. The darkness and the smoke a fabrication of her nightmares.
And yet, as she once again wheeled passed that stack of letters on her nightstand, that feeling of something chaining her down seemed more real than ever. In her haste to leave the room, Korra failed to notice one of Asami's un-open letters to her on the ground. The paper got caught in her wheelchair's tire and was ripped to shreds. Korra never got to see that at the bottom of the page Asami had signed I love you. Those words were pulled out the still open window in a gust that once again tightened the strings to Korra's lonely heart.
The shadows in her eyes were very real, and something was lost.