Mako stood looking into his own mirror in his and Bolins apartment. They had thrown on some clothes that were similar to the ones they had worn to the gala event that Tarrlok had thrown many years ago. But Mako was dreading what was to follow instead of looking forward to it like he had back then.
It was time for Korras funeral.
It had been a few weeks since Kuviras defeat and everyone was trying to cope with the loss of Korra.
Asami had been devastated and left without a word. But Mako could catch a few tears on her face. Mako didn't blame her for her reaction. She had lost both her father and her best friend on the same day to the same person. She needed time with herself to accept what had happened and Mako hoped to see her at the funeral.
Bolin had cried just as much as Mako when he saw her encased in her stone prison. Mako knew that he had been in love with Korra at some point but then those feelings he had for Korra had shifted from that of a lover, to a sister. To Bolin, he had lost a bit of his family that he would never be able to get back.
Tenzin attempted to comfort the three, but it was hard when he was close to breaking down himself. Korra had worked her way into Tenzins family and had been viewed as his and Pemas daughter and the kids had viewed her as an older sister. Mako didn't know what their reaction was, because Tenzin had held them back before they could see their surrogate sister.
Even Lin had shed tears on Korras behalf. Mako didn't know what was going through her mind, but knew that Lin had grown to admire and respect Korra as a friend.
And Mako, he had lost his parents all over again. But this time, it was Korra who was taken from him. The savior of his brother, the one to teach him to have fun every once in a while, the one that taught him to love in a new way then he had with Bolin. He had lost his other half, his soul mate.
Tears once again sprung to life in his eyes and started streaming down his face.
Never again would he hear her call him city boy, or see those big beautiful blue eyes of hers that would always trap him in and he would need to restrain himself from letting them lure him into doing something impulsive like kissing her. He would never see that mischievous smile of hers when she would tease or flirt with him.
Mako always started to think about their break-up all those years ago. Why had he just given it up like that? He should have fought for her like any person in love would have done.
But he didn't.
And now he would never get the chance to.
Mako slammed his fist into the wall in his grief, not caring if he injured his hand. Life was so unfair. Korra had so much to live for and-
His thoughts were interrupted by Bolin opening the door to his room. Bolin didn't even seem surprised that Makos hand was in a wall. He was also crying. But he stepped forward and wrapped his big brother in a tight hug.
Makos walls broke.
He let loose a heart-wrenching sob and hugged his little brother back. Usually it was Mako comforting Bolin but that was when he had been on the streets providing for Bolin. He had always been the one to keep his feelings in check and let him cry it out.
He guessed it was Bolins turn now.
"Its not fair Bo!" he wailed into his brothers shoulder.
Bolin tightened their hug.
"I know bro," Bolin whispered in anguish, "I know."
Mako appreciated that Bolin wasn't saying things like "Its going to be okay" because, to Mako, nothing was okay right now. He didn't know if it would ever be okay.
Mako didn't know how long they stood there trying to comfort each other, but it didn't matter. He needed to know he wasn't alone.
Bolin released him, "Are you still okay to go to the funeral?" Bolin asked him cautiously.
Mako understood why he had to ask. Losing Korra had been rough on him and going to her funeral could only make things worse for him. But he needed to go.
He owed it to Korra.
"Yeah," Mako replied, "I'm fine."
Bolin didn't look convinced but relented and nodded. But Mako needed closure if he ever wanted to recover from this blow to his heart.
"I'll meet you at Air Temple Island then." Bolin agreed.
Mako could only nod when Bolin gave one last look at his brother and walked out.
Mako quickly bandaged his injured hand and took one last minute to straighten his attire. He looked into the mirror.
"You can do this," he whispered to himself, "you need to."
He looked over to his desk and grabbed the plaque he had made for Korra.
Then he, with a grieved heart, left to Air Temple Island.
Theres chapter 2 done. Let me know what you think. And shout outs to Guest and cybercorpsesnake for reviewing the first chapter. I'm planning on this next chapter being the final one with Korra's funeral. I'll try to update it tomorrow if I can. I didn't really like the ending to the finale. I think Korra and Asami should have stayed as a friendship, but that's just my opinion. I have nothing against lesbian couples. There just wasn't any build-up to it. It just seemed extremely rushed. Let me know what you guys thought of the finale. :)