"Do you think that we could have ever been...something?" He whispered. His shy warm breath transpiring in the dry cold air of the Southern Water Tribe. "You know, if it wasn't for Mako..."
"Bolin..." Korra whispered, her heart so obviously breaking. He didn't move to turn to her. He already knew her expression, already knew what she'd say but he couldn't help it. He loved her. He loved her so much he'd let her break him, again and again.
"I'm kidding." His tone contradicted him, he sounded bitter. The kind of bitter only a shattered heart could make.
"No you're not." She exhaled he watched her breath float up to the night sky, the beautiful aurora borealis painting the sky beautiful vibrant colors. He felt so out of place in the beauty of everything surrounding him, the snow that under the light shined like mini diamonds, the sky a vast canvas of greens blues and red, then there was Korra by far the most beautiful of them all. He felt ugly and unworthy in their presence, he felt black and white; dull, average like little dirt poor beggar kid he was.
"Do you believe in reincarnation?" He asked genuinely curious.
"Of course, I'm the avatar!" She laughed and things then didn't feel so tense.
"Right, sorry, dumb question." He blushed embarrassed.
"Why...?" She asked now rolling on her side to face him instead of the lights. The crunching of the snow beneath her reminded him of the hours he spent running around in the winters of Republic City, begging for money, for food; he remembered how he always thought he'd be stuck doing that, stuck in that damn city.
"Maybe," He said very hesitant, "Maybe in a past life or a future life we could have or could be together?"
"Maybe."
He turner to her a flicker of hope in his eyes.
"But would that be enough?" Korra gripped his hand. Through the thick wool of both their mittens Bolin could still feel the heat of her radiate through past the cloth, past the skin, through his veins into his heart.
He sighed content. He loved her so much.
He turned back to the sky and looked past the brilliant colors of the aurora lights intertwining and mixing into lovely ghostly waves. He looked at the stars, and for a moment he contemplated their existence; their beauty, hot balls of gas burning hotter than any flame any fire bender could wish to spout, more luminous than the most fairest of goddesses, but all of them combined couldn't outshine Korra. No, not in his eyes.
She surpassed supernovas.
The mere thought that maybe, just maybe his spirit could be reincarnated to be the Avatars lover, was enough hope he needed for this lifetime.
"Yes. Yes it would be." He decided.