Hello, I'm the Lady of Gaia and Sorry to my Korra fans for the annoying writer's block! Then there was college that did help me unblock the writer's block and I would have updated sooner if I hadn't forgotten by accident and need to have my wisdom teeth removed. Have to tell you that it was not fun for me.

But…I'M BACK

And so is the elemental love of Mako and Korra!

There will also be a surprise for you all at the end since I have not updated this story in soooo long. I really am sorry about the long wait that you had to suffer and hope that you will forgive me.

Please review what you like about it!

Chapter 10

She felt so tired when she got to her room, more than she could even remember and she also felt so broken too. It was like her heart had been a glass vase and now; it was broken and sticking out of her chest, it felt like wounds that weren't there were bleeding as the glass continued to stick out of her chest with every beat of her heart. She sat down on her bed, too tired to change out of the dress when she noticed the flowers. They were beautiful and lovely…but in that moment she couldn't stand to look at them; in the past Mako came to mind when she look at them, but now they just made her thinking of the girl on his arm…Asami.

Tears came to her eyes, she hated this…this pain that mixed with the fear that she felt grip her broken glass heart. She wanted to talk with Mako, to see what was the path that she should take…to see if she had made the right choice. But she couldn't talk to him about her feelings for him; he was dating another girl like in her dream had told her. She had thought or rather hoped that he had felt something for her besides friendship, but now she knew she was just a fool and it hurt so bad to be one.

Korra sighed, wanting relief to the pain in her chest. She liked Mako, but he clearly didn't like her if he was going out with another girl and it hurt, everything hurt; dying had been less hurt to the shattered glass that was her heart. Naga looked at Korra and tried to comfort her, wanting to take the pain from her, but the polar beardog could not do so for her.

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Mako sighed, happy to be home again. He felt so tired from the party, and how it had went…he still felt like frying that bastard Tarrlok for cornering Korra like that. When she had been up there, all he saw was the fear in her eyes, it had made him sick to his stomach and he didn't know why. He sighed when he thought about that, what did he feel for his friend?

"Good night, Mako." Bolin said before he changed and went to bed. "Night," Mako replied before going to sit on the sofa, he looked at the island, thinking what he felt towards Korra. Mako questioned what he felt, he had been worried sick to his stomach when Korra have been sick, he had felt joy when they had sparred against each other, he had been worried when Korra hadn't been her normal self, and he had felt anger when Tarrlok had thrown her to the wolves. He had resisted the strong urge to go up there and burn them all.

Mako didn't understand why he didn't do just that either, it would have been the right thing to do. He had heard the reporters and her answers; Korra hadn't known what to do under that kind of pressure, it had been a battle as well as a trap and though she knew how to fight. It hadn't been the kind that she knew how to defend herself under. There had been no fire, water or earth rushing at her…just words.

With her words, she had trapped herself in something that she hadn't meant and he hadn't gone to her defence either.

He looked at his scarf and wished that he could ask his dad or his mom for help like he had countless times before when he had been a young child. He hated not knowing the answer to something, it made him realize that he wasn't an adult yet. He was just Mako, a kid that had been forced to take on too much all at once to make sure that he and his little brother survived the iron jungle around them. He stared at the island, letting the sight calm him down as he questioned his feels.

He had been so scared what she had been hurt and sick; and he thought of Asami and knew he liked her. She was funny and it was nice hanging out with her, but it was different from when he was with Korra. His life was endless ocean of worry that always tried to drown him in its depths, but when he was with Korra…it was calm. It was like she calmed the ocean that desired to consume him, and let him have a moment's rest from it…to breathe the air that he had always struggled so hard for.

He thought back to his mother, who had compared to him to his grandfather when she had been alive and after Bolin was born. He remembered the time of Bolin's four birthday and he had been brooding over when to get his little brother with the little money that he had on hand.

Sitting on his bed in his room, Mako frowned at the money that he continued to stare at. His mother walked in, she had called him to lunch a few times, but he hadn't come and she wondered why. She stared at her little boy, wondering why he was staring at money, "Mako baby…why are you staring at your money like that?" her son didn't reply or even react to her voice which was so unlike him since he would hug every time he saw her.

Walking over she sat down on the bed and rested her chin on his head as she stared at the money that he was staring at. "You know, you are just like your grandfather, baby. Only he never stared at money, he would stare at documents on matters of state all the time when he was lost on what to do." She said softly, drawing her little boy's thoughts away from the money that he was staring at.

Mako looked up at his mother and she looked down at him, smiling as she did so. "He did? What did you do to make him stop?" he asked, curious to the grandfather that he had never met before. He only knew that his grandfather lived in the Fire Nation Capital and that his grandmother had to be in the south pole for some reason. They had written letters to them all the time, but were so busy that they couldn't visit them often and that his mother refused to travel with him and Bolin without their father, who often couldn't get the time off for traveling.

"Well, whenever I, your aunts or your grandmother found him like that we would put our chins on top of his head…though when me and your aunts were too small to reach his head, we would put our chins on his shoulders or hands." She answered before touching the left side of his face. "You know, baby. You look a lot like your grandfather, the only difference between you two would be that you'll never have the scar he does on your face."

"Mommy, how did he get the scar?" Mako asked; he had been curious but thought it would be rude to ask his grandfather since it looked like it hurt a lot.

"Your great-grandfather had been a very mean man when he had been alive. He had burned your grandfather as a lesson to never disobey or disrespect him when all your grandfather had done was go to the defence of his people at the time." She thought of the time when she herself had asked her father about his scar as a little girl. He had a sad smile on his face as he picked her up and sat her in his lap.

He had told her how the scar and his uncle had guided him down the right path instead of the wrong one. It had become a symbol that wounds would heal and the scars that remained were there to remind them that they had survived and grown stronger for them. Just like how the world had once held wounds from the war, but they were now scars that helped make the world a better place just like republic city.

"I don't get it," Mako mumbled before looking down at his money again. "It's okay, Mako…you will one day like I did." She said before hugging her son and dragging him off to lunch.

Tears came to his eyes as he remembered that. His mom had always been so wise and kind; he almost felt guilt that he missed her more than he missed his dad, but then he had been the mama's boy and Bolin had been the daddy's boy. She had always told him that he would be a strong firebender like his grandfather, he still wondered if she was right or not since he couldn't protect Korra…just like he couldn't protect her.

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"Korra! You have mail!" Ikki called as she zipped to Korra's side on an air scooter as Korra had practiced her earthbending, waving the mail in the hand with glee. Korra took the letter and saw it was from her home, she torn into the letter and smiled brightly at her mother's writing. It was nice to hear from home, she missed it and her family. She missed them so much, it was that Republic city was a nice place…but it didn't have the ice and snow that had surrounded her all her life.

She hoped the letter, hoping all was well with her parents. But upon reading the content of her letter from her family, she was not feeling so well. In fact, she was barely keeping her breakfast down at the moment as she ran for the closest toilet to her.

Ikki, who had been zipping around on her air scooter close by noticed and saw how Korra dropped her letter in her rush to puke her breakfast and guts out. Without a second thought of Korra's feelings on the matter, she zipped over to the letter and stopped bending her scooter to pick it up. Reading the content herself, she went in search of her father, curious if the same thing would be demanded of her and Jinora with they were Korra's age.

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Mako frowned deeply at the newspaper that sat on the sofa, Korra's picture with Tarrlok on the front page before turning back to the lunch he was cooking for himself and Bolin. His mind was plagued with the fear that had been in Korra's eyes and how she refused to look at him…like looking at him hurt her now. He didn't know what to do; she hadn't come to practice that morning.

He debated with himself as to if he should go to the air temple island and talk with her or not. "Hey Mako! The food!" Bolin cried out in horror, drawing Mako out of his thoughts and back to reality to see that he was burning their food.

Bending the fire out, Mako dished the Komodo sausages and the fried pickled radishes on their plates. Bolin let a few tears run down his face at the sight of the slightly burned sausages that were covered with hot spice…he couldn't believe that Mako had allowed such wonderful meat to be burned like that. It was so unlike his brother to do so. "Bolin, stop crying or I'll give your food to Pabu." Mako warned to which caused Bolin to response by stuff all the food on his plate into his mouth before Mako could hand him his bowl of rice.

Mako stared at Bolin for a moment as he thought of who was worse…Bolin or the little devil, Meelo. After a moment, he decided Meelo was the worse since Bolin did not waste food and drink by using it as a toilet. Though the two were closely tied in annoying him, "Bolin, remember your manners."

P.S

For my readers that are into Avatar: the last airbender, I have good news! I will be starting a fanfiction of it that will be a prequel to New Life in the City! So give it a read, I'll tell you all when it will be up on Fanfiction with the next update