This little piece comes from a lot of personal experience. The guy you like, are good friends with, and then he gets a girlfriend who you try to hate, but that- once you get to know her- she's AWESOME and you can't shame her for anything.. Too bad you're still head over heels for your friend, because now you don't wanna hurt either of them..
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Easier
It did get easier, Korra realized. Those moments when they were alone or just too close for no one reason- those ones where she would look at him and just want to touch him. Not really anything suggestive, just touch; run her fingers through the tips of his hair, touch his shoulder in some kind of support, remind him that she was there.
The first time she'd had the feeling all but possess her, it had nearly scared her- it had been overpowering. But she'd fought it, because one, Mako had made his decision; two, Asami wasn't nearly terrible enough to deserve that; and three, if he rejected her again, Korra wasn't sure what it would do to their friendship.
So at those times, when all she could do was listen to him talk, Korra fought with every bit of will she had to never reach out an act on her feelings.
It had been easier when she had been trying to dislike Asami. But when she had actually met her, Korra had found so little about the non-bender to make her into the terrible person Korra had tried to convince herself the other girl was. It was always with a small crushing feeling, though, that she admitted Asami could do Mako right- he obviously seemed to think so. And what was more, Asami tried to help at every end she could.
But for every bump Mako and Asami had come to, it conflicted Korra when he would try to tell her about it. They were friends, if nothing else, Korra wanted to help him happy however she could. But that small shred of hope that filled her gut, made Korra sick- she hated that she still wanted him enough to hope he and Asami had problems. It was confusing when she tried to reason it out.
But as it happened again and again, Korra found herself getting better at not acting. Almost to the point that when the feeling came over her, she wouldn't even falter. She found that her hands wouldn't move, her arms were still immobile and she was still able to smile without letting him know that her soul felt like it was being flattened. She was proud of it, but at the same time so sad that it had become usual.
Not once or twice only, she had wondered if the time came when she would be allowed to move again, would she be able to.
But, Asami never left him, and Mako kept smiling around the dark-haired beauty.
And Korra kept fighting against what she wanted- kept fighting to keep her hands to herself.
It became easier every time.
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