For those of you that don't know who Jasmine Thompson is, she's an amazing singer who has such beautiful songs. You can find her on YouTube. This story is based off of her song 'Do It Now', which I think has a fair representation of season 4 and I feel like I can make a good story out of this.

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~Silence is my worst,

Silence is my worst, my worst enemy

All I do is just,

All I do is just revisit this memory...~

She stares at the mug of coffee on her desk, the blueprints for the new satomobile completely forgotten before her. The coffee has long since gone cold but she can't bring herself to reheat it, nor can she bring herself to return to her work.

You're doing it again. she thinks to herself.

This is the the millionth time in a long time that she'd zoned out in the middle of designing blueprints. It was an unhealthy habit, especially with Raiko breathing down her neck and constantly checking on her progress. But it was her only way of coming to terms with-

She stands suddenly and heads out of her office, her eyes stinging. She couldn't do this here. She couldn't do this now.

I just need some fresh air.

Asami makes her way down the stairs to the front of her industry building, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly through her mouth.

This has been her routine for a year and a half.

Wake up, go to work, zone out, go outside, do more work, go home, check her empty mailbox, and try not to cry herself to sleep. Then, the next day, do it all again. This has become her norm, and it seemed like the only thing she knew.

Her touch is gone. It's been gone for a while. Her blueprints lie unfinished, untouched in messy piles on her desks and she can't bring herself to straighten them. Not even on the good days, and by good she means the days where she is just barely feeling halfway decent. The days where she can get out of bed and keep the thought of the day being like all the others out of her mind.

Today wasn't that day.

Asami took another breath and leaned against the wall of her building. Has she really grown this sad? Has she really become what she swore she never would, a hollow shell of herself? And while she knew that her friends cared, and that they were hurting just as much as she was, it didn't help the fact that she had left just as Asami was discovering her newfound emotions.

"Are you sure you don't want any company?" she'd asked. "I'm happy to come with you."

She turned her down, of course, and she understood at the time why. She needed time to heal, to accept what had happened to her. Asami wanted to be there during that time.

Korra.

The name buzzed in her mind like angry hornets.

Her best friend, her developing crush...gone. And without saying a word to anyone for the past year. If she wants to be alone, she is definitely ensuring that it happened. Asami tries to convince herself that Korra isn't ignoring them, that she was just busy getting better. She isn't shutting them out purposely.

But after a year, what's there left to believe?

Not to mention that she hasn't replied to their many letters once. Asami hated it. Not a single 'hey', or 'how are you?' Raava forbid, right? All the time she put into writing to Korra (with barely having time to spare) and Korra couldn't show that she appreciated it. This was her frustration and bitterness coming out. Her breaks outside are her chance to let everything flow out of her so she can focus again. Like it ever worked, and it barely paid to hope.

"Are you alright, Miss Sato?"

Asami jumped at the voice, her hand flying to her chest. She turned, coming face to face with her assistant Kira. She relaxed and offered the best friendly smile she could muster.

"Yes, thank you." she said. She dropped her hand from her chest and let and uneasy breath slip past her lips. "Just taking a break, is all."

"You've been doing that a lot." Kira noted.

Asami nodded. "I know. But you would be, too, if you had Raiko breathing down your neck over finishing his office."

Kira laughed softly. "I guess you're right. But that's not why I came looking for you. You have a call on hold."

"Who from?" Asami asked, trying not to get her hopes up too soon.

"Bolin." Kira replied.

Bo... Asami thought, her disappointment peaking just a bit. She tried to resist the frown that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Kira. I'll take it right away."

Kira nodded and turned to head back inside, but not before looking over her shoulder and giving and encouraging and sympathetic smile. "She'll be back, Asami." she said. "You know it."

Asami watched as Kira reentered the building and wiped at her eye with the heel of her hand. She gave an airy laugh as she looked back to the street, watching people and cars go by.

Life didn't wait for her. she heard in her thoughts.

Asami sighed and headed back inside, climbing the stairs back to her floor and office. She sat behind her desk and stared uneasily at the blinking red button, indicating that Bolin was waiting. She cleared her throat before letting a shaky hand pick up the receiver and putting it to her ear, pushing on the lever next to the light. The light went out.

"Hello?"

"Asami!" Bolin said, his happiness making Asami smile. "I was starting to get worried!"

"Worried? For what?" Asami questioned.

"Who knows? Maybe some other psycho maniac is trying to bankrupt you again." Bolin said.

Asami laughed at that and sat back in her chair. "I think we both know that won't happen again. How's the road treating you?"

"It's going great!" Bolin said. "We just finished reuniting three cities yesterday. Kuvira said at this rate, the Earth Kingdom will be whole again in another couple years."

That's not her job. "That's amazing, Bolin." Asami said, ignoring the invading thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Bolin asked and she could clearly picture the smile on his face giving way to a concerned frown.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just neck deep in work." Asami said. "Raiko is really pushy."

"I'm sure you can handle it." Bolin praised. "It's not like you let anything stop you before."

Asami smiled thankfully. "I appreciate that, Bolin. Have you spoken to your brother?"

"Yeah, but I only got a few words in. He was talking about meeting Lin for something. Can't remember what for, though." Bolin said.

"He got a new charge guarding Prince Wu." Asami said, making air quotes with her fingers when she said his name. "From what I heard, he's a real piece of work. I think Mako's supposed to be on his way back from the Earth Kingdom tomorrow with him."

"I can just imagine being stuck with the prince." Bolin said with a laugh. "How old is he?"

"I think he's sixteen." Asami said. "Too young to claim the crown, I know that much."

She heard Bolin hum thoughtfully. "Anything from Korra?" he asked, the hope in his voice making Asami's heart sink.

She frowned deeply. "No, still pure silence. I just sent her another letter a few days ago."

"So did I." Bolin said. "I hope she's doing okay."

"I do, too." She should've let me go with her. "You would think she'd tell us if she wasn't."

"You know Korra doesn't like us to worry about her." Bolin said. "She thinks she's sparing us the gruesome details of her suffering."

"And, instead, we just worry more." Asami added with a bitter smile. She sniffed softly and looked at her reflection in the mirror on her desk, hoping her makeup wasn't running.

She heard an odd and low screech come from Bolin's side of the phone and a man's voice.

"Yes, sir. Be there in a sec." Bolin said to him. "Gotta go, 'Sami. We just pulled into one of the reunited cities to hand out supplies and it's my turn."

Asami laughed. "Go ahead, it was nice hearing from you."

"Same here. Bye and good luck." Bolin said.

"Same to you." Asami said.

She waited to hear Bolin click off before hanging the receiver up. She glared at it as if it had insulted her somehow, her nails tapping against the wood of her desk. She had too much on her mind to be doing this, to be feeling and acting like this.

You can't hold anything against her. Asami told herself. She's hurting, you know. It's not her fault.

Asami recalled how she felt when her mother passed away. She was only eight at the time, but she could still remember the horrifying heat of the flames that moved about her. She remembered her father coming to her in the middle of the night and tried to calm her cries while he got her out.

"Yasuko!" he yelled, distraught. He looked up and down the burning hallways as he ran past , still cradling Asami in his arms. "Yasuko!"

Asami sobbed and coughed violently from the smoke invading her lungs. Her throat was dry and constricting, choking her. She kept her face buried in the crook of her father's neck while he rushed down the stairs of the house calling his wife's name. Each cry was met with the cracking of fire and crashing of the foundation collapsing on itself. Hiroshi listened to his daughter coughing and gasping for breath and bared his teeth. The tears streaming down his face evaporated in the heated air. He held Asami tighter and closed his eyes.

"Forgive me, Yasuko." he said as he barreled into the front door, breaking it down.

Behind him, as he fell to his knees in the grass, he heard the rest of the house fall. Asami's coughing lightened and her eyes stung with ash. Her father sobbed Yasuko's name beneath of wailing of approaching sirens.

Asami shuddered and bit her lip. When her mother died, she kept everyone out. Her friends at school, her father, even the therapist that she was seeing until she was ten years old. She knew, or had a good idea, how Korra felt. Asami lost her mother and Korra lost her legs.

She dragged her eyes to the mirror again. "What makes this any different?" she muttered to her reflection in the mirror. It was a similar kind of pain, right? Didn't everyone feel the same way when they lose something, someone, valuable or close to them?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

While Asami probably never would understand what it's like to lose the ability to walk, she could sympathize well enough. Not even losing her parents could compare to that. She was still going strong while Korra was trying to get back to the Avatar she was. Is.

She's the same Avatar you knew two years ago, and she'll be that same Avatar two years from now. Asami reminded herself.

She wanted to believe that. She did believe that.

Asami sighed and gave her attention to the abandoned blueprints waiting at the opposite end of her desk.

She wouldn't make it home on time that night.

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Dear Korra,

How's treatment? I hope it's going better than you expected. Katara is the best there is after all. I hope you gave Naga that belly scratch I requested.

Things here in Republic City are pretty boring. But I think I've stressed that enough, haven't I? Raiko is still breathing down my neck about the new biplanes for the United Republic Air Force. Iroh came by my office a few times to look at the designs. He really likes them, even gave a couple of suggestions. He said to make them blue and red, which I think is a nice idea.

Not sure if you've gotten anything from Mako, but he has a new job as a bodyguard for Prince Wu. He's not really thrilled about it, meaning that he has to be off the force and all. You should've seen him begging Lin to find someone else for the job. Remember how we used to joke that he'd marry his job one day? I think that's becoming a scary reality.

Anyway, tell your parents I said hello and I hope they're doing well.

-Come home, I miss you.-

-Love-

-Yours-

Sincerely, Asami

That is the first letter she doesn't send.

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Since there is no option to put a line through words, just pretend that the lines on the sides is the sentence/word being crossed out.

This is definitely going to be a feelsy story, with a lyric or stanza of lyrics for each chapter. I've been working on this first chapter for a while, so I hope you guys enjoyed it :)

Thanks for reading!