It had been a two weeks since Amon was taken down, his bending taken away by Korra and she came to the very real realisation that her father was very much involved and she was now very much alone.
One month went by she had put on a brave face for Team Avatar she showed them what they needed to see and whilst Korra and Mako's relationship grew and bloomed she became more lost in herself and started to slip away from the team. What she didn't realise is that he saw her slip and was ready to catch her.
One night, a very specific night, the night her world crumpled, the night her father, Hiroshi Sato, was revealed to be an equalist supporter. She sat in her kitchen as she listened to nothing, it was silent not even an engine grumbled as she gripped the steel blade in her hand. Her loneliness had consumed her.
It had been around five hours and she hadn't moved from her kitchen, she had made three deep cuts in her wrist one for her father's betrayal, one for Mako's ignorance and one because no one came to stop her. She heard a knock at the door which made her jump and the knife fall.
"Just a minute!" she called. She turned to see that it was 10:00pm at night who would be looking for her at 10:00pm but she didn't have time to question it or wipe the blood of her arm she quickly pulled her sleeve down over it hoping whoever it was could be shooed away very easily. She walked over to the door, in the back of her mind she knew she wasn't appropriately dressed to answer the door she was wearing her silk cherry red pyjamas but she really didn't care. Her hand gripped the brass handle and turned it, she almost screamed when a furry animal ran into her house crawling up her leg but she instantly realised it was Pabu. This meant that Bolin was here.
"Hey Asami I know it's late but I haven't seen you in two weeks and I know what day it is and," he caught on to her head suddenly drop as if suddenly lifeless and he dropped the conversation. He couldn't fathom why she had been so distant he reasoned to himself that she needed time and distance from everything but two weeks was enough, right? "Look Asami, I just wanted to see if everything was okay."
"I'm fine," she managed to say but too quickly which showed in the facial reaction she was given "I'm fine." She whispered almost as though she had to now convince herself that she was.
"I don't mean to pry but I don't think you are," He tried to see a glimmer of her former self but he could see she was far gone a mere ghost of the person she once was. Two weeks! He kept thinking about it such a small amount of time for such a radical change in personality. "Mind if I come in?" He said already halfway through she stepped out of his way completely so he could pass her. "I think Pabu likes it here anyway it's always so warm." He smiled hearing her slight chuckle but it wasn't her normal chuckle it was like that had been replaced with a different one.
"Bolin I am thankful that you came but really I'm fine," she knew of course she wasn't but she also knew that he saw right through her charade that she had put on for the rest of the world. "b – but if you want to stay the night I can show you a guest room." She was so caught up in her thoughts with how Bolin managed to remember the date of her father's betrayal that she hadn't realised that he had been walking towards the kitchen. She basically went in to a full sprint towards him but it was too late she found him crouched over the blood splutter on the floor the knife she used to mark herself in his hands.
"What is this Asami?" He knew what she had done but he didn't want to believe it he needed some sort of reassurance that she hadn't done what he already knew she did.
"It's a knife." She said rather bluntly he peeked over her shoulder to see her gaze averted to the floor as she grabbed her wrist, a dead giveaway. His blood started to boil yet he didn't know why.
"Yes, I know it's a knife Asami!" He had raised his voice much too loud as he watched her eyes widen, was that fear he saw. He lowered his voice moving towards her as she took a few steps back. "Asami, show me… show me y – your." He couldn't even finish the sentence it hurt him too much. She pulled at her sleeve revealing her three deep cuts the blood dried around the scars making it look a lot worse than it was.
She stood there silent waiting for her judgement, waiting to be told that she was better than this, waiting to be told how stupid she'd been but none of it came the only sound she heard was the ruffle of his sleeve. Three much larger scars crossed his arm; he held it out in front of her. She brushed her fingers across the scars feeling the stubble of the skin. He brushed his sleeve back down abruptly in a way that made her think that he was ashamed of the marks he had given himself. He now took her arm she was limp and lifeless at this point and hadn't said a word. As he took her to the sink, one hand on her arm and one on her back along with Pabu on her shoulder, he washed the blood away and she watched as red fell in to the abyss that was the sink hole. Her life in a nutshell she thought.
After washing her arm and drying it afterwards he grabbed the medical kit that sat on the shelf, no dust had gathered on it. He sat her down, silence still hung between them as she watched his nimble fingers thread the needle before stitching her arm. She hissed at the sudden stab of the needle, or at least she should have, after cutting herself nothing seemed to hurt anymore yet…everything did. But he was healing her.
Asami didn't know how it happened or when it started but they were in her room, on her bed and she was crying into his shoulder more furiously than ever before and he was doing the same. Together in each other's arms they not once spoke nor once did they let go of each other even as they lay asleep they were still very much intertwined into each other.
A weight was lifted off of her that night by him and as the morning sun rose she felt his body connected to hers and she felt that he had helped her on the way to recovery.