I wrote this after seeing Civil Wars part 2 and being the only person who felt sorry for Eska. Enjoy!
There was a point, a completely random moment of a completely normal day, when his words hit her and shattered her heart
She stopped walking.
"When we met, there was this spark..."
She felt herself shake.
"And that spark's kind of...faded."
Then she screamed.
It was a thousand angry claws reaching into her chest and tearing her soul from her. She continued to scream, even after she'd run out of air.
Then she stopped.
Her face was blank again.
Slowly, she made her way to her room.
She shut the door.
She sat in front of her vanity mirror.
And she dissolved into despair.
Her body collapsed into shaking sobs and sprawled across the table. She screamed, this time the cries short and hoarse, and in between that she cried out in the deepest agony she had ever felt in her life.
It hurt so.
Icy bliss...
THIS was ice. It froze her heart and burned it all at once. She was drowning and on fire. She was slaughtered and hung, tortured and mummified, all at the same time. She felt her throat tighten and, throwing her head back, let out a cry like that of an animal being eaten alive.
She looked into the vanity mirror and saw her reflection. No longer was she a crystalline, bonny young woman, but now a demon and a scumbus; her make up running down her face in dark, grimy streaks. Looking at herself, her eyes widened. How had Bolin ever loved her at all?
"You fool..."
Of course he never loved her. That spark he said was there had never actually been. She thought she was being so smart, but SHE was the one who was now on the brink of death from a completely shattered heart.
Eska narrowed her eyes at her reflection.
"Serves you right."
She shattered the glass with the palm of her hand, the sharp edges cutting her flesh and embedding themselves in her hand. Blood streamed down her arm like the tears on her face.
He had killed her. And for that she wanted nothing more than to hunt him down and kill him.
But behind that mask she wore, one of rage and grief, there was still just a little part of Eska who wanted to hunt Bolin down so she could throw herself into his arms and kiss him.