As we approached the room, the sound of music and laughter got stronger to a state where it was almost overwhelming, reminding me of better times. But things have changed since then. Everything has changed. My heart clenched as I felt the sudden urge to cry. No…..no. Korra, stay strong just for now. For Asami and for your friends and family…don't you dare cry now…not now. The door was wide open and after taking a brief deep breath, Asami wheeled me into the full light of the open door. At first, I scrunched my face as I waited for my eyes to adjust. But that's when I noticed all the eyes fixed on me, surprised expressions on their faces. The laughter and music had stopped and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I didn't even have the energy to feel self-conscious, and I started to examine the faces surrounding me. Dad, mum, Tenzin, Pema, Jinora, Kai, little Rohan, Su Opal, Lin, Zuko, Bolin…..Mako.

My eyes unexpectedly lingered on his face both surprising me and him. He seemed to be a little shocked and….guilty as he drank me in. His soft, amber eyes blazed into mine as a million emotions flickered across them. His gaze was so deep and it spoke so many unspoken words between us, so many words neither of us had said to each other in so long, so very long. What surprised me even further was when my heart started skipping beats as if it couldn't work properly as his gaze continued to burn into me. Suddenly I was taken back, back to when everything was well between us, back when we both loved each other inevitably and we weren't afraid to show it. Back when I would find comfort in those strong, warm arms and passion in his soft, eager lips. When I would jump into his arms and as he spun me around, we both knew exactly who we were and that there would be no place either of us would rather be. My heart ached as I longed for things to be back to the way they were, back to when I could go to him for his endless love and support. Mako had ignored me ever since I defeated Zaheer, he had made it his goal in life to keep as far away from me as possible. When I entered the room, he would always make an excuse to leave or he would go the far side of the room and look everywhere else but at me. So it was surprising to find that even after all this, my feelings for him hadn't changed. Hope began to swell inside me, the first feeling I had felt in weeks as the fact that he may still love me began to seem more believable now. But just as my hopes rose, he clicked out of whatever trance he was in, then tore his eyes away from my gaze and stared at the ground. My heart felt as though it would crash to the ground as my overwhelming feelings for him were rejected once again. Why am I like this? Just get over him. He IS NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU! His words echoed in my head, "I'll always love you, Korra." Did he even mean that? Any of that? An ache started to form in my forehead again. Okay, just don't over think this. Actually, don't think about anything at all, like you've been doing for the last few weeks. After taking a deep breath, I looked up again with a dead empty expression.

"Korra!" Bolin screamed in joy and ran over to hug me. His arms felt alien, but were warm and inviting as they always were. Well, he hasn't changed. After a couple more seconds of his hug, he stepped back a little so he could see my face. "Hey, you're looking WAY better, Korra! Almost back to normal, wow those shadows under your eyes have almost completely disappeared and that dead, lifeless look you had is also starting to go and-" Tenzin stepped forward and placed his hand on Bolin's shoulder, effectively cutting him off. "We're just thrilled to see you, Korra. Bolin's right, you look much better, better every day." He smiled warmly, reflecting his gratitude for the huge 'sacrifice' I had made. I never doubted my decision, even now, I still don't regret it at all. The Avatar's duty is to ensure balance and peace throughout all the nations and if the air nation was wiped out, there would be no balance. It seems that after I was put into a wheelchair, everyone seemed to like me better and started actually feeling gratitude towards me. "Sweety, it's so great to see you out and about!" Mum ran towards me and tossed her arms around me, holding me like I would disappear if she let me go. I leaned my head towards her hug and closed my eyes. My parents haven't changed at all. They continued to shower love on me and at the moment, they're one of the only things I'm certain about. Mum continued to hold onto me so I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the room awkwardly. Dad caught my stare and soon after he joined in on the hug, enveloping me in his evident love and pride for me. Meelo ran up and placed his skinny little arms around the wheel of my wheelchair and before I knew it, Jinora, Ikki, Kai, Opal and Bolin had also joined in. Realising what they were doing, everyone else in the room followed after, hugging whatever they could: the wheels, handles, armrests and if they could….me. I smiled, the first time in weeks; as I felt all these people's arms around me, showing me that they care. As my thoughts started to drift off, I suddenly started desperately searching the crowd of arms for him.

He was nowhere to be seen, which didn't surprise me, but what did shock me was when I saw him having a hushed, tense conversation with Asami at the far corner of the room. Asami looked annoyed and frustrated, flicking her long, thick, pitch black locks the way she does when she's angry. Mako had a flustered, confused and slightly guilty expression…where was the guilt from? As I continued to watch, the arms around me loosened and before I knew it, everyone had gone back to partying and having a good time. The music was pounding from the speakers while everyone was chatting and laughing joyfully. But my eyes were glued to them, still at the corner of the room and when both their eyes found their way to me, I realised what they were talking about. Mako realised I was watching them and walked out of the room quickly without saying anything. Asami stepped forward to follow after but froze, looked around and instead came over towards me. Her cheeks were a pale crimson colour, still angry and her thin eyebrows were dipped into a deep frown. "Korra, we need to talk. NOW." Without any other explanation, she grabbed the handles of the wheelchair tightly and pushed me out the door, forcefully.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hey guys, 405 views! I honestly cant believe this. I'm just shocked that all these people want to read a fanfiction I've meaning to write ever since the finale aired. Don't worry I'll be publishing another chapter in a couple of days so just hang on there! Thanks again oh and just to update what I said in Chapter 1, I'm going to post a new chapter every couple of days (2-3 days max.)