Maybe it was for the best, Mako thought. All they seemed to do was fight and argue like preschoolers over a box of crayons. All they seemed to do was hate on each other, even though deep down they both knew they loved each other sincerely. What did it matter anyway? They were through, seemingly for good.
So why was he here? He just got off the boat to Air Temple Island, but he immediately regretted it. There was no turning back now, since the next boat didn't come 'till sunset and it was the middle of the day. He could say he knew the Air Temple very well, living here quite awhile until he found a job and earned enough money to afford his own apartment.
He remembers when everyone got back after the whole Revolution war, Korra kept on pleading to Tenzin that they could sleep in the same room. He remembers the countless nights they'd spend exploring the island and enjoying the great views at sun down. He remembers the midnight swimmings with her. He remembers sneaking off somewhere on the island to skip her air-bending practices. There were many memories made here for the both of them, and here he was trying to replenish them.
A few months ago, Mako would have to ask a few of the White Lotus sentries where Korra's room was to be found, but now, he knew this place like the back of his hand. He headed straight for her room, somewhat hoping that she was there. He entered the woman's quarters and looked for her room. Once he finally found it, he looked at the door as if it were something interesting.
He shakingly held up his hand, preparing to knock. Who knew something like this could be so nerve-wrecking? Millions of thoughts were going through his mind. What was he going to say? How would she react? Does she even feel the same anymore? What if she doesn't want to? As his knuckles were nearly centimeters apart from the wood, he stopped himself.
He couldn't.
They didn't work.
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