A/N: This is my first fanfic ever. Thanks for reading!
Your hands are on her shoulders, which are slouched and weak and warm and so unlike her. You look out at the sea, watching the waves come crashing in. You close your eyes and focus on the sensation of the cool breeze against your growingly warm face. The seconds are ticking by.
"Do you want me to go with you?" You offer to uproot yourself, leave your whole life behind and go with her. You meant it when you said you would be there for her if she wanted to talk, or anything. Or everything.
There's a brief pause, but you already know the answer.
Korra turns you down. The breeze feels like ice.
You squeeze her shoulders one last time, and then you let go.
Your write your first letter after a month and a half. Not too soon, not too late. Pretty good, you think, considering you had to restrain yourself from writing it the first week.
You find yourself erasing, scratching out, throwing out, rewriting it like it's a novel. In the end, you go with a simple hello, we miss you, how are you. You'll have more opportunities later, after all.
When you see how cramped the living arrangements are on Air Temple Island, you extend an invitation to Mako and Bolin's relatives immediately, offering up your estate as a place for them to live. The mansion is enormous, with more than enough space for each person to have their own room and still have extra left over. It's definitely too big for just one person.
Their reply is enthusiastic and suddenly you're engulfed in hugs and a chorus of thank yous.
You see Mako open his mouth and you're about to shut him up when Bolin elbows him and winks at you. He gets it. It's not just for their benefit. Having so many people in the mansion might make it feel like a home again.
A month passes, then two. You ask the brothers, but they're the same as you: no response.
Your hand itches to write.
By the third month, you say screw it, and late at night the words tumble from your thoughts to paper, illuminated by a candle. You fall asleep at your desk with ink smeared on your face and all over your hands.