Get your tissues ready. *runs and hides* DONT KILL ME PLEASE!
~ Narrator POV ~
What happened that day? Where had they gone wrong?
It started out so fun and peaceful.
The laughter of friends flowing through the night as the band played a multitude of songs.
The love that filled the air as the two most unlikely people were bound in holy matrimony.
It all seemed like a fairytale that could only end in perfect sync. . . .but then was suddenly completed with the most painful of heartbreaks.
When would this madness be over?
Why her? Of all the people on the planet. . . Why in Raava's name did it have to be her?
Korra. Beautiful, Korra.
But here they were.
The dreaded day. The day of sadness. And uncountable tears.
Of heartache and sorrow and unimaginable pain.
The sight of downcast eyes and heavy hearts.
Of people trying with all of their might to have the slightest bit of self control over their tears, to try and hide the emmense sadness in their eyes.
The beautiful photos splayed out on the casket that could not even begin to capture her true beauty and selflessness.
They seemed to say. . .don't you dare have hope. Don't dream. Don't love. Don't do it. All dreams come to an end. And some more quickly than others.
Still so young.
Still so much possibilities.
Her beautiful soul.
Those glorious blue eyes that could drown you with their intensity.
Her heart, so warm and caring.
The photos that littered the tabloids, the 'Daily Republic' with the headlines "Gone too Soon", and "The Hope Of The Nations Has Fallen."
Thousands upon thousands of mourners filing into the temple, slowly shifting past her body where it lay so peacefully.
Thousands more listening in on the radio.
A national tragedy. That's what they were calling it.
Of course it was.
A life so full of promise and hope, viciously, brutally and senselessly torn away from this world within minutes by the hatred of one man who could not control his jealous rage.
Then the focus goes to her family.
Her mother. . .her poor mother, Senna, weeping and mourning uncontrollably at the loss of her only child. Her beloved daughter. Her father Tonraq. . .who seemed to be made of solid marble, not moving, not even blinking as the thought of losing his baby girl hadn't fully sunk in, his arms wrapped around his weeping wife. Holding her closely. . .
Her friends, her mentors, her family that was not bound by blood, but the love they held in their hearts for the Avatar. . .everyone still in such a state of shock, not wanting to believe that she's truly gone.
The sobs and cries could be heard from across the water.
Such sorrow. Too much sorrow.
So many people touched by this young life. So many people who had grown to love her.
Her beauty, her sarcasm. . .the way her eyes lit up with fire when she talked about something she loved.
They would move on passed those friends, and all those grieving faces onto the other woman.
To the face, once so powerful and dignified, once so strong and filled with hope and power, now downcast.
Asami Sato.
Her eyes, two soulless, dead emeralds. Shattered and broken beyond repair at the loss of the woman she loved more than anything in the world.
Korra, the woman she had just professed her love too. . .gone.
With the blink of an eye.
Their were words, and comforting gestures, but they all went unheard. Well, not all.
Wasn't this inevitable?
Wasn't this to be expected?
Has her death symbolized the end of all she'd planned to achieve in this god forsaken world?
Was the spark of hope somehow gone forever?
No.
This couldn't be it. THIS CAN'T BE!
This was all wrong.
So very, completely wrong.
People this important. . .This, young. . .this full of joy and passion and love, couldn't be all allowed to be let go.
She couldn't die.
She can't!
Not when she was needed the most.
The hope couldn't be allowed to die.
No! Not now. Not ever
Not my Korra. Not my soulmate.
And with that thought, dark clouds started pushing, sucking up and clouding the visions as she forced her thoughts to think of something else. Trying with all of her might to find something else.
A place where hope had seemingly survived.
There. . .That place over there!
Her mother still weeping, but they were tears of happiness and joy. Her father's face was still solid marble, but it wasn't full of sadness. It was his own nervousness, preparing himself for the task he was about to perform. And her friends, no, her family. . .still dressed in the finest of republic city's designer apparel, now holding papers, directing guests to their designated seats.
And she was dressed in blue, her own twist of her nations finest, her dress a perfect match for the other.
The one adorned by the woman. . .the absolute love of her life. The woman she had grown to love with a deeper love she dared not even try to explain.
Their colors, contrasted in such beauty, it would take your breath away.
As their eyes locked on her way down the isle, an exchange of lightning and superheated fire swept between them, an invisible force so strong and mighty, yet one that no one except them could see or feel.
So close.
That was the destiny she wanted. She would will it to be.
It will be.
This is what she needed more than anything.
This had to be. No matter what. This was her future.
And with that thought, she disappeared into the light, wrapped in the arms of her wife. Her soulmate.
Korra. . .
Korra. . .
"KORRA!" Asami shouted at the top of her lungs as she shot up in the seat she was sitting in, in the waiting room at Republic City General. Sweat was pouring down her face and it took her a good 2 minutes to focus on where she was and what was happening.
"Asami. . .Asami are you alright? Hey! Kid, look at me. Asami. You're alright kid, it was just a nightmare." Lin grabbed the girls shoulders and shook her softly, trying to get her to focus. Cupping her face in her palms and staring into her eyes that seemed to be far away. Lost.
When she finally got control of her mind and remembered all that had happened within the last 2 days, she felt sick to her stomach and absolutely lightheaded. She grabbed ahold of the chief and pulled her down onto the sofa like chair. She wrapped her arms around her and wept uncontrollably.
She was so scared. She almost lost the woman of her dreams 3 times.
That was way too much. 3 times too many. Not to mention all of the other countless times she put her life on the line over these last 5 years.
Seeing her. . .holding her, bloody, and seemingly lifeless body as the ambulance flew down the highway to the hospital made everything so clear. Not only did she love this woman with everything she had, with every single ounce of her being, but she needed her. She needed her to live. Because if she didn't, then Asami concluded that she had no other reason to survive. To fight. Or to even exist. There would be no happiness, no love or hope. There would be no joy. She wouldn't get to watch the love of her life walk down the isle and say 'I Do'. She wouldn't get to have the family she wanted. She wouldn't get to grow old and watch their children grow up and their grandchildren play in the park with the turtle-ducks. Or take them on spirit world adventures.
She would just be an empty, broken soul.
After about 15 minutes the girls sobs subsided and she was beyond exhausted. She was now completely leaning against Lin -practically laying on top of her- who was just holding her and stroking her hair gently. At first, not wanting to show her own tears that were cascading down her face. But now, she could give a rat-birds ass.
"Mom. . .i'm so scared! In my dream. . .Korra had died. I've never felt so empty in my entire life!" She looked up at Lin's tear covered face. She knew she wasn't alone. Lin was scared too. And she didn't scare to easily.
"It was just a dream Asami. But I know kid. . .so am I! Believe me." Her voice caught in her throat a bit, and she swallowed the lump that was beginning to form. "But the doctors and the healers are doing everything they can." It sounded like she was trying to reassure herself more than Asami. "She's gonna be okay."
They sat there for another 2 hours, waiting. Trying not to let their nerves get the better of them. By the time the Dr. came out to talk to them, Lin had worn a line into the carpet from her constant pacing and Asami had counted the ceiling tiles 5 times over, when she wasn't dosing off of course.
*ahem* "Ms Beifong, Ms Sato." Both their heads snapped up to the door and within a fraction of a second, they were standing in front of him with worried puffy green eyes.
"Doc, please tell me she's okay." Lin felt Asami stiffen when he didn't answer right away. She grabbed her hand in hers and squeezed it reassuringly.
*sigh* "It was tough, she suffered severe trauma, but with the help of the new technology and the help of the healers, we finally got her stabalized." He put a hand just before they could rejoice, which made them freeze. "The bad news is, she's now in a coma." The gasp that came from Asami was so pained, it broke Lin's heart even more.
"We don't know how long she will be in this coma, or how she will be after she wakes up. Like I said, she suffered severe trauma to her body, and a head injury, which is most likely the cause of her going into this coma. That and massive blood loss."
Lin and Asami gave each other a very solemn look, but nodded to the Dr.
"Can we go see her?" Asami asked with the slightest of hope in her voice.
"Yes, come with me."
I'm coming Korra! Please hold on! Please. I need you more than you know. Asami thought to herself. She looked at Lin one more time and together they walked down the hallway, into the unknown.
*peeks out from pillow fort* So. . . .what about them tears huh? Reviews are always welcome! Thanks for reading.