Quick note: I'm terrible at writing prologues and summaries, but if I don't give you some sort of background information, then you'll never have any idea as to what on earth is going on in this story and who this character is. This story will contain a fair amount of romance, love triangles/squares/other polynomials, and plenty of heartbreak to go around, and it probably won't have some kind of insanely happy ending. This story will be centered on an OC and there will be at least one other OC in the story. I'll try to make them as realistic as possible, and I'll try not to royally ruin the storyline with this character's presence.
The letter sat on his desk among a stack of others that she had sent to him. Each letter penned in her messy, uneven handwriting smeared by her left hand rubbing against the paper as she wrote. She had written to him eighteen times while she was gone, one letter for each month that she would be separated from him. He grinned from ear to ear each time he received one of the glossy envelopes addressed in her penmanship. It was almost sickening how quickly she had been replaced by another girl.
With a disgusted expression on his face, Mako stared at the pile of letters sitting on Bolin's desk. Lena had been Bolin's best friend before she left and she had spent all the free time she had writing letters to him. If she knew that he was out parading through Republic City with Korra on his arm, then her heart would be shattered. The look he pictured on her face nearly broke his own heart.
With a heavy sigh, Mako stood up and grabbed the most recent letter from the desk. The letter had arrived only two weeks earlier. Bolin had practically danced upon reading the news of Lena's return to Republic City. He couldn't wait to have his best friend back, but now he had forgotten all about her coming, and Mako had begun to wonder if Bolin had forgotten about Lena entirely. Mako's eyes scanned the pages, searching for some sort of date. Having found what he was looking for, his eyes stopped. "I'll be arriving in the port at 11:30 on the 17th of September, please meet my ship so that we can catch up. I've missed you greatly."
Mako checked the calendar on the wall behind him. Today was the 17th, and it was already 11. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he slid on his jacket and shoes and headed out to the port. Bolin and Korra had gone out after practice and he hadn't seen them since. He didn't want to see the look on Lena's face when she found him standing at the docks without Bolin, but he supposed that she'd much rather have one of her friends than neither of them.
Lena stepped gently onto the dock, the soft sole of her shoe making a delicate sound as it impacted the wood. With the wind blowing stray pieces of dark hair into her face, she looked around the docks for a familiar face. She was hoping to be pulled into one of Bolin's hugs as soon as she found the bending brothers. She had even taken the time to find something for each of her friends while she was in the fire nation. The two packages were drawn tightly to her torso as she searched, her dark ponytail fluttering gently in the sea breeze.
"Lena!" A familiar voice called out to her and she spun about on her heal. Standing before her was a tall, slender young man with dark, messy hair. His gray jacket billowed in the breeze and the tail of his crimson scarf drifted out behind him. Lena could see the faint lines of his muscles through his sleeves and undershirt. "Mako!" She cried out in return, darting over to encircle him in a hug. She handed him one of the paper-wrapped packages and smiled.
"Where's Bolin?" She asked, her expression of joy fading to one of curiosity. Mako shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, his golden eyes averted and cast downward at the dock. He wasn't sure how to tell her the truth, but he knew that she would learn soon enough. "He's out with a girl." He turned his eyes back up to meet her intense topaz gaze and he watched as her expression flashed with pain and confusion before quickly melting into a perfectly neutral mask. "Oh." She replied, trying very hard to pretend that she didn't care.
