"Korra, I love you."
"I'm sorry, Mako,"said Korra, turning her face away from him to hide her tears, "But I just can't do this right now, or maybe even ever, for that matter."
She mounted her Polar Bear Dog and in a barely audible voice whispered, "Good-bye, Mako," With these parting words, she took off into the snow.
"Korra, Wait!" Mako shouted, but it was too late. Korra was too far gone.
Tears streamed down his face. He was on the verge of sobbing when he heard a voice from behind him announce: "Mako. We're through."
He turned to see Asami staring angrily at him. Her words cut through him like a knife, retracing the path of the wound Korra had created only moments earlier.
"Asami, no it's not-"
"Did you ever consider how I felt, Mako?" She said, cutting him off abruptly, "Even once?" Asami's glare was as sharp as her words.
He nearly fell over. Her words hit hard. Have I? He thought to himself. The answer came to him as she turned away from him. No.
"You're a selfish pig and once we return to the city, I never want to see your face again." There was no sadness in her voice, only bitter anger.
She had known this was coming ever since she heard about the kiss. She knew that every time he kissed her, he was really thinking about Korra. There was no mistaking it.
Mako fell to his knees in the cold wet snow, tears flowing like waterfalls from his eyes. He desperately tried to call out to Asami, Please don't leave me! But he was sobbing so hard by this point that only incoherent garbled sounds escaped his chapped lips.
I really am selfish he thought to himself as his knees gave out from under him and his body crumpled into the snow. He was sobbing loudly now, like a newborn baby with an acid reflux issue. His eyes were so inundated with tears that he could no longer make out his surroundings. He could feel the sting of the hot streams cascading down his face, as his body was gently pummeled by the falling snow. It's no wonder they left me. He thought, as the cold wetness of the surrounding snow seeped into his clothes, as well as his very being. In a way, it was comforting to be enveloped in this frosty blanket, a stark contrast to the heat of the tears on his face. I should just lay here and die.
Just then, he felt a warm touch on his shoulder.
"Mako," A familiar voice softly whispered.
Mako managed to choke out an entire sentence and muttered angrily, "Are you here to tell me you want nothing to do with me either?"
"No, Mako. Brothers stick together. No matter what," Bolin calmly replied.