"Korra! There's a letter for you!" Pema called from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Korra shouted back. Korra was in her bedroom cleaning her furry boots. She wasn't doing any cleaning, actually. Naga was licking off the mud and twigs from the sole, and Korra was busy trying to keep Naga from chewing on her shoe. Korra finally managed to pull her boot from Naga's mouth and immediately ran towards the kitchen, trying hard to balance while putting on her boot.

Nowadays, the 17-year old Avatar had always gotten mail daily. Some about her duties, complaints, yada yada yada. Korra never really cared for mail. She usually only read the special kind of ail. Like mail from her parents, Katara, or Mak-

Korra faltered. She immediately stopped right in front of the entrance to the kitchen. His name. The name to that…That jerk. Her head was pounding hard, like her heart. She was suddenly growing in rage. Korra sunk down to the floor, her fingers running through her hair stressfully.

"I'm getting married to Asami! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?"

"No. No, I can't believe it,"

"Korra?" Pema said quietly. "Are you alright?" The kind hearted lady sat next to Korra, wrapping her arms on her shoulders. Pema stared into her gloomy ocean-blue eyes. Korra hadn't realized Pema had been there the whole time.

"Uh…Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Korra lied. She smiled and let out a fake laugh, just to make it more believable. "I was just…thinking." Pema grinned back. She handed a letter to Korra and went back to cooking. Today, she was making curry, Korra's favorite. Nothing could ruin this day, could it? Korra calmed down and took a few breaths. She took the letter from Pema and examined it properly.

The letter seemed different. The envelope was vanilla colored, and had a bow tied around it. Korra opened it carefully, revealing a card in side. It was pink with flowers painted on it. Flowers were painted on the side, along with rings. Not just flowers, they were bouquet flowers. And they weren't just rings, they were wedding rings. Korra stifled a gasp, hoping not to worry Pema. Pema always knew when Korra had girl problems. In front of the card, embroidered in fine ink, said the words "JUST MARRIED!" Korra knit her eyebrows. Maybe it was Bolin's wedding. Or…Lin's? Korra took another deep breath before she opened the card.

You are invited to the wedding

Of

Miss Sato

Mr. Mako

Please arrive at 5 in the ballroom of the Sato mansion. Please-

That was all before Korra ripped up the letter into bits, using her firebending to burn the bits of paper. Korra couldn't hold it in anymore. Her eyes let out a million tears, wetting the wooden floor. Emotions took her. Her body was burn, but her tears quenched the flames. Yet the fire was erupting like lava, killing the tears. Korra punched the wall, sweating, and continuously cussing in her head. That jerk. That coward. Korra had to continue to blink to let out all her tears. Surrounding her was a large puddle of cries. It was already wetting her boots, which now needs cleaning (or DRY-cleaning). Korra hated him.

"Korra? Korra!" Pema ran towards the teenage girl to comfort her. Korra dashed back to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Pema knocked on the door gently.

"Korra? Is everything alright?" Pema asked.

"I'm fine…I'm just tired," Korra choked between tears.

"Ok…Come out for breakfast, though, ok?" Pema sad. Korra replied she will. Pema walked away from the bedroom, worried for Korra. The Avatar was tough. This has never happened before…besides last week. When he came and said that he was married. Pema felt something beneath her feet. It was a small piece of paper. It was obviously burned, with singes on the edges. Pema saw a few words: "wedding" and "Mr. Mako". Pema shook her head in pity. Oh, Korra.

It was finally dinnertime. Korra sat down at the table next to Jinora and Meelo. Tenzin was off on a council meeting, leaving only Pema and Korra to look for the kids. Ikki was already digging into the leftover curry from breakfast, Meelo was playing with his carrots, and Jinora was politely chewing on her rice. Korra, however, didn't eat one grain of rice, which troubled Pema. Korra LOVE curry. Korra picked at her rice and vegetables, while Pema watched her intently with sad eyes.

"HEYYY!" A voice came from the door. The door opened wide, revealing the happy face of Bolin. The earth bender said hello to the kids. "Sorry for interrupting, Pema." Pema smiled.

"Oh, that's quite alright. Would you like some curry?" Pema asked generously. Pema was actually relieve he was here. Maybe he could cheer Korra up. Korra broke into a grin when she saw Bolin. Bolin explained he didn't want any food, since he was full already.

Then, they came in the doorway. That prissy girl and that jerk of a boyfriend. Mako had his arm around Asami, like a boyfriend, or soon-to-be- HUSBAND would do. Korra's grin immediately faded. Korra felt her arms getting hot. A flame flickered on her fingers. She wanted SO badly to throw the flame at Mako. But inside…She had a pit of jealousy and maybe a hint of…love. Korra crossed her arms and stared in rage at the couple.

"Hey, Korra!" Mako said. Korra turned her head away from him, hiding her face. Her eyes begun to sting. No. No, not here.

"What are you doing here?" Korra scoffed.

"We're looking for some flower girls for our wedding," Asami smiled, hugging Mako. Korra smirked. She wants Jinora and Ikki, I bet.

"Wedding?" Pema asked, looking at Korra. Korra tried hiding her face.

"Ooh! Can I? Can I? CANNN I? Please, Please, PLEASE?" Ikki pleaded. She hopped from the table and clapped her hands. Ikki twirled and started gabbering about the duties of a flower girl. Apparently, Ikki forgot all about shipping Mako and Korra. Ikki was way to excited in participating in weddings than love now.

"Sure! What about you Jinora?" Asami smiled. Luckily, Jinora was aware of Korra's tension between Asami and Mako.

"Um, I'm not sure…" Jinora spoke quietly, riveting her eyes towards Korra.

"Oh, come on!" Asami said. For the next few minutes, Asami tried convincing Jinora to try becoming a flower girl. Jinora rebelled, but finally, she had enough of Asami's talking. Jinora finally agreed to do it, in regret. Korra had enough. She ran to her bedroom and buried her face in her pillow. She slammed the door behind her. She felt her pillow get wet. She cried until her eyes were dry. But somehow, she managed to continue. This was her way of letting go. He was her anchor to the ground. But now…

Asami left the house, with the ikki and Jinora trailing behind her. They were going to search for dresses for the flower girls.

"You go ahead," Mako told Bolin and Asami. Bolin followed with the girls, making an excuse saying he was "searching for suits." Mako asked Pema if he could check on Korra. Pema agreed, praying to the spirits everything will be ok.

Mako entered her bedroom, seeing Korra crying to her pillow. Korra's face was red from crying. Mako's heart sunk.

"Korra," Mako walked closely to Korra. He rested his hand on her shoulder gently. Korra smacked his hand away from her. She flung a pillow at he, which he quickly dodged.

"Get away from me!" Korra screamed. "I've always liked you, AS IF YOU'VE EVER LOVED ME!" Mako cringed. Those words took him by surprise. He felt like someone punched him in the stomach. What have I done? Mako walked out of the room after a few minutes of silence. Mako kept those words in his head. What was he going to do? Mako left the house, leaving Korra behind crying and Pema in pity.

Pema sighed. Meelo crawled into his mother's arms. Pema hugged him.

"Will Korra be ok, mommy?" Meelo asked, looking up at her.

"I hope so," Pema sighed. She kissed him on the cheek as he fell asleep in her arms. "I really hope so."