Woah, this is crazy! Two stories in one day. I'm really free of time these days because I'm on summer break. (Wahoo!) So I guess you can be expecting more of these.
Sorry about this one guys, I just felt like Korra had too much emotions stored up in her. Also warning for some language. my inner pirate has come out in this story ehehe. also my bad if korra seems ooc in this.
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The door opens, the room is empty except for bed room furniture and a figure that is hunched over on the bed. Her hair is messy, considering she has not showered for days. She still wears the clothes from a few days ago, from...from
the incident.
she looks deathly thin, her food by the doorway outside remains untouched.
He looks at her.
At her.
With those goldengoldengolden eyes, she feels unworthy, pain, grief
Why
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry
She chokes back a sob.
She steps in, with her perfect black hair and beautiful green eyes. Whywhywhywhy
Why can't she be her? As beautiful as her or kind or smart. Anything anything anything would suffice
Why
"Korra, I'm sorry about what happened." Stern voice yet gentle voice. No no no get out. you're not sorry. it's all my fault that he's-he's
she will never understand.
"Get out."
Silence hangs in the air.
"Korra, listen to Asami. I think you should hear her out." Something snaps.
Something breaks inside the poor girls love struck heart. Nono no
"Get out! Get out right now!" Yelling, clawing
"Korra, I'm sorry I understand what you're going through, like with my father..." Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Evil bitch. Get out with your stupid long glistening hair.
The poor girl looks up. Gold and green gaze down at her. You'll never understand. never ever ever ever ever
understand. so get out.
Please. Not now.
A sigh.
"I'll talk to her, Asami I think Korra and I need to be alone. I'll be out in a few minutes."
A pause, she's hesitant.
She knowsknowsknows the stuff that has happened between the two.
"Please."
He's persistent.
A close of a door, only two of them.
"Korra, why won't you look at me, look I know you're hung up on the people that has lost their bending and Amo—"
"302."
"What?"
"302, that's the amount of people that got their bending taken away from them. That's the amount of people that I could've saved. But couldn't."
"Korra, when you compare that number to the amount of people in the city, it's nothing."
No no no no NOTHING? Absolutely nothing?
OH. oh. oh.
is that fucking so?
"What if you were one of those people? What if—if it had been you and not," the name that has been taboo for days, still crisp on her tongue, "Bolin."
"Stop, I just want you to listen to Asami. Please." His voice pleads for her. Because his head is filled with his brother. His only family.
Gone.
Gone…
Gone because of her.
"You know what I want, "A shaky breath is heard between the two, "I want this all to be gone. I want to be able to sleep fuck it has been days since I've been able to sleep, even BEFORE then I dealt with nightmares of death, of losing my loved ones, of the cries of the people that are in need of help. I don't want to think about what happened with Bolin; I want to be able to live up to the fucking name of the Avatar. I want to be able to walk around in the streets and know that no one is out for my goddamn neck!" She yells and yells and yells.
And he listens. Because this is how things have been since the beginning.
"I'm sorry." He says. No no no why are you sorry? No stop don't look like that stop I said stop.
"What did you just say? Sorry? Don't make me fucking laugh Mako," she spits, "you know what I have wanted the most in this past shitty year? I wanted to hold the man I love and tell him it's going to be okay. I wanted him to embrace me and tell me he loves me, I want to be together with him. But I have to watch everyday, him with this girl who I'll never be. As they embrace and kiss and whisper sweet nothings to each other. That's what I wanted."
She doesn't realize there are tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry." He repeats.
She sobs and sobs and sobs until she whispers the the words forbidden between the two,
"I love you."
She begins to sob again fully knowing that he can't answer. He has the other girl, one who loves him very much. She knows that she can never give him the full happiness the black haired beauty offers him. She knows that there is no future for the two of them.
Or us.
"I'm sorry."
She tucks her head between her legs and goes on weeping.
She weeps and weeps and weeps
And he listens, because this is how things have been since the beginning.
Thanks for reading
