"I read this story called 'The Stora of Makora' and I had to slit my wrist." Mako looked down at his wrists which blood was oozing quickly out. He looked dully into Korra's tearful eyes. "Don't try to heal me Korra." He started to cough up blood from the cut that he made across his throat. "I want to die. Truly I want to die."
"No Mako." Korra breathed out tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to stop the flow of blood out of her ex-boyfriend's neck. "I know that we didn't work out ... but we can still be friends."
"No Korra. If this fucking author avatarcharlez can't even get the spelling right then I don't want to live in this word." Mako rose his right hand and covered Korra's. His blood run down her skin and he managed to pull her hand away from his neck. "Allow me to die all ready Avatar." He started to breath rapidly as he moved the blood upwards that much quicker. He had to leave this world because when spelling isn't an issue then he no longer wanted to live.
Korra bowed her head over Mako's still one after he took his last breath. "I will avenge your death Mako; I'll track down this avatarcharlez and teach him the proper way of spelling."
