Told My Love To Wreck It All
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
She hadn't meant to let that tear fall, she really hadn't. She hated crying in front of people.
So she had turned away before anymore tears could fall, with his final words still echoing in her head. I'll always love you, Korra.
And she had walked away.
She never thought they would end like this. So calmly, so sadly- for goodness sake she was Korra and he was Mako. Maybe she should have found another desk to throw.
Would that have made a difference?
Could they have at least lasted the year?
She knew in her heart what the answer to that was.
Tell my love to wreck it all
cut out all the ropes and let me fall
She knew, deep down, that he was right. They just didn't work. But that hadn't stopped her heart from aching. She loved Mako. Or she thought she had. Maybe what scared her most of all is the thought that she might not know what love is.
So it really was the end, then. They were finished. Just like that.
In the safety of her own room, she let the tears fall silently.
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
In the back of her mind she had always wondered if the problem with her and Mako was that they were both so good at telling people what to do.
Would they ever have really been on equal ground? What if they had stayed together, would they just continue to fight? She had her own life, her own Avatar duties to learn to balance. And all that mess with Asami…
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
Korra sat up, wiping her tears. Maybe all these what-ifs would never be answered, but maybe she didn't care. Maybe she didn't need a man to love her- at least not right now, anyway.
She was Korra, after all. She had just saved the world from imminent destruction; from being plunged into ten thousand years of darkness. She certainly didn't need a boyfriend. That was never what she had been about.
Maybe some things are just more important than love.
She knew what she had to do.
That part of her that still loved Mako- she was going to leave it far, far behind her.
She was a fighter.
She didn't need him.
She was Korra.
She was strong.