A/N: A somewhat darker, highly experimental take on this theme? Trigger warning jic: thoughts of suicide.

The Avatar and Her Idiot: Makorra Month Drabblebending
Day#6: self less ness

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How could you ever consider doing something like that?

His voice shattered the glass walls she had so painstakingly built around herself. She had been so ready; like the sparkling teardrop, twinkling on its descent, it would have been so easy to fall and shatter upon the rocks and waves below.

She was just one person. A handful would mourn her. Then the Avatar would be reborn, rising from the ashes of an incompetent predecessor, centuries of power made manifest in a bender who would actually be able to protect her loved ones and restore balance to the world.

I don't care if you're the Avatar or not. I love you, Korra.

Didn't he understand? The world needed its Avatar, and she had failed.

But I need you. Can't you see? You're my world now. I would do anything for you.

She had tried to be selfless, letting go of the ties that bound; he had countered it with his selfishness, refusing to let go of a broken girl.

They say only fools fall in love. Quite the pair of fools they made, both beyond willing to sacrifice themselves for the other. I would give myself up so you could live.

Fairytales worked that way. Whether they qualified for that sort of pedestal was up for debate.

Their love wasn't.