Here's the next chapter, just like I promised. Enjoy.
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Wednesday April 16, 1926
Dear Asami,
That night I was drunk, I swear it. But I guess that doesn't matter, does it? That explanation does not in any way excuse or make for what I did to you. I hurt you and damaged any hope of creating a happy future with one another. I regret every second of it and wish I could take it all back. Unfortunately it doesn't work that way…
I was drinking beforehand in a poor attempt to forget about being the Avatar. You needed to catch a flight to the Fire Nation for a five week long business trip to speak with Metal Gear Incorporated for a possible industry merger as well as changing the Satomobile's head gasket manufacturer from Cabbage Corp to Metal Gear because they were asking for an unreasonable price.
Anyhow, I yelled at you in my heavily intoxicated state to stay with me because you never paid attention to me, which was true. However, I didn't fully comprehend [at the time] you had other responsibilities you needed to make priority. I didn't understand I couldn't always come first. But I was a child then; I was immature and unaware you had a lucrative business that desperately needed to rise from the ashes of humiliation brought upon Future Industries by your father.
A few days after you left, I never stopped drinking. Pema and Tenzin became concerned and tried to help me, but I would lash out at them whenever they did. Mako and Bolin became worried as well, trying to replace my Jack Daniels with warm, flat diet cola. But it never worked, and I just ended up stumbling to the packy and buying more. My parents were the most troubled, attempting to trick me into an intervention or going to rehab. But that never worked either. I was much too stubborn.
Hell, one time I was so drunk that when I got back to the estate while eating a salad I picked up from Narook's on the way home, Naga was so excited that she ran nearly full force into me after she sharply turned the corner when I reached the top of the [carpeted] stairs. She knocked me back down to the bottom, causing me to try and use airbending to break my fall. But in my inebriation I pushed myself further and harder and ended up landing on the mahogany coffee table that sat adjacent to the front door, breaking it in half. I was so drunk I didn't feel anything until the next morning. My back ached for a week.
About one week in I met this man of around 25 at the bar. I thought that in order to forget about you, I should fuck around with other people's feelings to counteract the pain of you choosing work over me. Logic while drunk isn't really logic after all, is it?
I had sex with a guy whose name I don't even remember- in our house- after you kicked me out. It was the most inconsiderate action to break into your home while I was still dating you and have drunk sex with a stranger I met at a bar.
I didn't hear your car pull in the garage, I didn't hear you open the front door, I didn't hear you throw your keys on the counter, I didn't hear you walk down the hall, I didn't hear you open the door to your room, I didn't hear you go through the routine you usually do when you arrive home. But what I did hear was you shout "What the fuck!?" before you started screaming at me.
After that horrible event, you sat on the couch and watched me kneeling before you, tears spilling from my eyes, asking for your forgiveness, to give me another chance.
But you said nothing to me as I stood by idly, watching you pack a couple of suit cases, before opening the door. You said "I'm going to go to Ba Sing Se for now... We're done, Korra..." A single tear fell from your green eyes. "Goodbye..." And that was it... You just... Left...
Love...
Korra
Oh... My... God!
I hope you all have the drama you've been waiting for :D
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-TheClaudMaster
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