oh, the sorrow we share

by xcerebus

Asami has a crisis after she internalizes that her father (and mother) is really dead and seeks consolation from Korra. [Asami-centric/Korra, post 4.12, drabble]

oh, the sorrow we share

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At one, at two, at three (but especially at two), Asami thinks. Again.

Sorrow binds, sorrow kills, and sorrow hits her hard down in her chest, throat and jaw. Again. Her heart's beating fast, paced infinite and thumping, and Korra is kissing her with ghost lips.

White, soft, and blurred. Asami is thinking: This Can't Be Real.

—Since when?

The other asked.

Since when did she ever matter. What she thought, what she felt. Like it was a dream, nightmarish and ghoulish and surrealistic. And—since when?

Since when is never.

Never is her, never is the girl lost, forgotten, never-ever did matter.

But when Korra holds her close, contusions climbing high on her arm ("I love you" is unspoken), Asami thinks she's somehow sorted everything out.

At two in the morning, when the lights are just hitting. And the suns' just climbing, and her mind is begging for relief. For grief.

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere, you know."

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a/n: no one can persuade me otherwise, those two are canon.