So...everyone's already made fics about this, like, the second "Peacekeepers" came out three weeks ago, and I didn't really wanna do one. Was kinda jellous because I knew I could never compete with those amazing, feel-inducing, heart-shattering fics.
And I was in denial.
And, like, guys, I think I'm still in denial like alhflahflahlfhna!
What?!
Yep, la la la, still hyperventilating!
*ahem*
Anyway, I cannot continue writing my 100-chapter-planned Makorra without my heart falling to pieces until my babies make up.
But I guess, I must do this for the greater good, and wait with a heavy soul until love finds a way again...
*gross sobbing*
I will eventually get to 100 chapters, but have been very busy lately.
So, guys, this is my (bad) attempt and the -um *flinches* break up.
:( Someone please hold me.
This one's gonna be short, btw, not really feeling in the mood, but knowing I have to write something about the break up, before the two of them seemingly meet up again in the next episode.
Tell much wat'cha think guys! :)
So..what? Are you...breaking up with me?
Yeah. I guess I am.
The wind is whipping through her hair as she grasps the delicate fluff of the bison, the majestic animal somehow knowing exactly where she needs to go.
She focuses on these small sensations, and wills her mind to the present with a metra of, you're Korra, you're Korra, you're KorraKorrakorra, running through her head. Because somehow, she feels like Wan, and Yangchen and Aang and 10, 000 years old all at once, but she must remember she is Korra, Korra, Korra.
But then, if she is Korra at the moment, then she would have to admit to herself how much she misses the feel of warm fingers in her hand, salty lips whispering love in the dead of night, how the frail beauty of a tragic life can weave itself into the folds of a red scarf, and all the things she's messed up and how bad of an Avatar she is because, I can't keep constantly worrying about you making another huge mistake!
Then she would have to admit how much she really wishes she could go back to not being able to remember anything, and where would that leave her?
Being Korra hurts.
But not as much as the look in his eyes, the bite of his voice through all the accusations and resentment, or the way he took her heart in five words and crushed it, burned it into a plethora of pulsing pain that still stings the back of her throat and wets her eyes and-
No.
She is the Avatar. She is bigger than this.
All humans are the same, a voice tells her.
But she is human, as well, she tells it. For if not, then how could she have such a surging swell of emotions for the hotheaded, abrasive, insensitive, critical, brooding, jerk wad of a-
Loving, loyal, smart, selfless, overly protective, tragically stunted, determined, adorably award dork that he is?
The bison's high-pitch wine brings her back, and the feel of blood on her lips makes her eyes snap open again.
Damn it, she told herself not to think about it.
But in the end, everyone is human; even herself, no matter how much she tries to prove otherwise sometimes.
She knows now. She knows what she has to do. She can feel it in her soul.
The time is coming. And it inevitable.
But she can't do it alone, no.
Not without her friends, her family.
It's not just about her anymore. It is the fate of the world.
And she can't do this alone.
No.
Not without her turtle-duck.
But will he ever come back to her?
Only time will tell.
She closes her eyes once more, and lets the wind take her to her destiny.
...
Being Korra hurts.
.
But not as much as loving him.