A/N: Helooo dear Amorrians! Here I have put together a little story that I hope will be to your utmost liking. It's a bit different from the rest, but, I hope you still liek. Still a shit ton of feels and angst. Beware.
- This is some-what of a re-write of the series, w/ a darker premise and a different ending. Not really pro on the greatly detailed thingies, but, I still think s'good. Let's say it takes place somewhere after ep.5, but long before ep.6, also, it starts in early summer, not fall or whatever season it was in the show.
- The italic parts are the past/memories inter-cut w/ the presentclean font – no worries: it is linear. At the beginning. This chapter's just the intro, so it might seem a bit mundane; I'm just laying down the foundation of the relationship and the story.
- Originally, it was to be named 'Flashbacks' but that didn't make much sense, since not all of the past is in flashback form. And just an FYI, the title is ironic – you'll see what I mean.
- I'm focusing more on the present, but the past is also there to show just how they got to this point, so it wouldn't look like it just…came to this point, no questions asked.
-It took me about 6 months to write this thing…daaamn.
- I apologize for any mistakes made.
- Poem not by me.
Plz leave comments, suggestions and don't hesitate to PM me now or in the future about anything. I'm gonna update the story once a week or so, due to the fairly short chapters – about 1,5k-3k each.
Enjoy!
W/ Love,
Mimi
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Treasured thoughts of ours so dear
Often bring a silent tear,
Thoughts of scenes that have long past,
Years roll on but memories last.
Silent memories true and tender,
Just to say we still remember
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Just to Say We Still Remember
Chapter 1: I Prologue
She can't pinpoint the exact moment she had lost herself.
Her life had become a shell of nothingness, the only occupants being regret and hollowness – not to mention herself and her husband.
They barely even look at each other anymore; they quietly blame the other for their life and misery; for all they had to give up; for what they have become; for all the bad that has happened.
It has been years since the end of the war; five years, eleven months and twenty-three days since their wedding.
There had been a happier time, but those memories feel faded – they feel as if they never happened, like a dream you once had that stays dormant in the back of your mind…silent.
He can't even remember the last time he had looked at his wife with anything but disdain and indifference. He thought their union would mean victory for him; he hates her because she made him lose sight of what is -what was- important.
They hate each other – they don't say it, nor do they show it.
XxXxX
She woke up from her nightmare-plagued slumber in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. She wasn't surprised; mid-summer is a hell of a time for sleep – especially for her. She tried to shift the sheets slightly but stopped when she felt a comforting hand on her hip. Craning her neck back over her shoulder, and peeked at her husband out of the corner of her eye, his arm slightly outstretched as if he was reaching for her, his face stern and eyes shut tightly.
She frowned in confusion; he never – they barely ever touch each other anymore, unless it's necessary – in public, mostly.
She sighed softly and gently moved his hand away from her skin, crawling away further on the bed, not sure if she wanted him so close to her, but not willing to take the chance.
XxXxX
Korra stood at the exact time and place as specified by her enemy. This is the second time she has stood here, waiting for the man that threatened to destroy everything she represented, at the same hour as the last time.
She hugged herself tighter as she shivered – half from the cold of the night, half from anticipation.
Her life has been a nightmare ever since she came to Republic City and a part of her was regretting that decision. The place was in an all-out war; she was growing desperate to a point where she agreed to meet her enemy in the very place where he ambushed her – he's had as much to lose as she, so his motives can't be evil…right?
Fear, anxiety, anticipation…everything was coursing through her distraught body at the same time, and she wanted nothing more than to run…fast.
"We meet again, young Avatar." Came a low and menacing voice from behind her.
She tried to wipe the horrified expression off her face and, putting on a somewhat brave face on, she turned around to face her enemy.
"Amon," she said calmly, crossing her arms over her chest, "You came." She cursed herself inwardly for her voice cracking at the end of the sentence.
"Yes. I believe that there are a few…issues we must discuss." He paused to move closer to her, making Korra back up a step. "I surprised that you showed up at this place, given our past encounter here."
Korra gulped, but straightening her back, she replied, "Yeah well, it was either this or you and your henchman showing up in my room in the middle of the night." Amon couldn't help but smirk at her remark; he hadn't considered that, yet.
Seeing that she wasn't in a hurry to reply, he said, "I have a proposition that will benefit Republic City and us both…"
XxXxX
She woke up just before noon to the usual cold and empty spot next to her. Groaning, she rolled over on her side and did her usual morning contemplation of why she should even get out of bed.
'I'm the Avatar…right…' She thought with a frown and got on her feet in a second. She went through her armoire and pulled out a thin, ultramarine silk kimono that reached her knees that her husband got her a long time ago for an occasion she cannot recall; she's not the person to like expensive things, but with him it's –it was- different. She sighed, not really wanting to put it on, but it is a hot summer and that's the thinnest robe she owns that's not too…suggestive.
Exiting the room while tying the sash at her waist, she went straight to the kitchen. She got a bit startled when she saw him at the table, casually drinking his coffee and reading the paper. She then remembered that it was a Sunday, so he needn't be at work.
He didn't even bother to acknowledge his wife's presence which made her scowl; she shouldn't be surprised anymore, but it still hurts.
Pouring herself a cup as well, she sat across from him at the large round table located in the middle of their beige coloured kitchen. She's never sure of what she should do in these types of situations, unlike him – he's always reading or writing some speech or something. She just wants someone to talk to.
Pursing her lips, she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from a nearby counter and started scribbling. She jerked her hand away when she realized what those papers were: their invitations to the gala at City Hall.
"Oops," is all she said before she started erasing the doodles furiously.
"It's not as if we actually need them, anyway; you're the Avatar." The way he said the last part made her chest constrict; even after almost six years of marriage, he still can't forgive her for what she is.
Scowling, she retorted, "Yeah, well, we still need them; I'm not as special as you think I am."
Looking up from his paper right into her eyes, he shot back sarcastically, "Of course you are – why else are we here?"
She opened her mouth to say something, but retreated when he ignored her and looked down, straightening the paper; there's no point to try and fight him, so she just picked up her cup and left.
He looked up from his paper and watched his wife leave the room. He can't help himself; her presence just makes him so angry, so he has to act like that – ignore her or fight.
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She stormed outside, trying to keep a level head, and, setting the cup down on the floor, went over to greet her beloved pet that was laying on the grass in their enormous backyard.
"You're the only friend I have now," She whispered sadly while scratching the furry beast's nose, just how she liked.
She preferred it when he didn't talk at all; every time he opened he opened his mouth, it made her want to punch his face in…but they're over that whole thing.
She tries to remember happier times, but can't: those moments are basically like fantasies now.
She leaned on her pet and closed her eyes with a sad smile.