I can feel your body
When I'm lying in my bed
Too much confusion
Going 'round through my head

Makes me so angry
To know that the flame still burns
Why can't I get over?
When will I ever learn?

Old love
Leave me alone

~ Eric Clapton

'You insolate cow!' Kuvira yelled at her.

'That was harsh.' Korra said in a monotone voice, almost too broken from their sort-of break-up.

'You deserve it.' She was carrying Korra up the flights of stairs, as the elevator was broken still. 'Do you hate yourself?'

'I don't, why?' Korra asked, hating the fact that she was being carried. Eventually, and after many huffs and puffs, Kuvira laid Korra on her bed.

'Didn't you see how she looked at you, hell, I barely know her, and I could see she is smitten with you.' Kuvira told her, before pointing an accusing finger at Korra. 'And don't you dare tell me that you're not in love with her.'

'I wish I could say that I don't.' Korra hadn't cried, she couldn't really cry anymore, she had shed all her tears in her lifetime after the accident, right now she just felt, irreparably broken. 'But it was for the best. I need the money and she wanted to stop our arrangement-.'

'Fucking idiot.' Kuvira spat. 'To be with you, a fucking billionaire wanted you as her girlfriend, don't you think she'd pay for it.'

'I didn't think of that.' Korra sighed, her mood wasn't helped by the fact that in that moment Naga jumped up on her bed and started to lick her face. 'But then I'd have to stay, it is expensive, and we can't then just break-up. It is so much pressure. Do I want to be with Asami? Yes. Do I love her? Ye- Not of importance. Can I be with her? No, not like this. I need to fix me first.'

'Not your legs, Kor.' Kuvira said, eyeing the tanned woman. 'Your mind, trust me, you're worth it.'

'I can't be with her!' Korra yelled. 'Besides, she seemed pretty mad at me.'

'You deserved it.' Kuvira said. 'But fight for her, you need her.'

'I don't.' Korra told her through gritted teeth. 'I just need to walk again, nothing else matters, not even a girl.'

'You don't mean that, right?' Kuvira asked, her voice sounding somewhat broken.

'V?' Korra begged, but her best friend was already out of her room.

Korra groaned and put her face in white, soft fur, knowing she had fucked it all up. She cried in Naga's fur as her dog and co-best friend let her. Korra continued until she heard a knock on her door.

'Kuvira?' Asked Korra, lifting her head from the whiteness of Naga.

'Suyin Beifong.' Suyin said. 'Can I come in, please?'

'Fine.' Korra grunted as she nuzzled back into Naga again, not being able to look Kuvira's mistress in her eyes.

'I want to tell you a story of a little girl…' Suyin started.

'Is it about Asami?' Korra grunted in a monotone voice. 'And how she reacted totally understandable, because people only use her for her money and not for who she is?'

'Well…' Suyin faltered. 'Yes.'

'Not my favourite,' Korra said. 'Heard that before.'

'Korra…' Suyin said again. 'Ever since her mother's death, she has been alone in the cold word of business where everything is about money and power. She lived and breathed that world until you came. Asami doesn't really text, but you know that.'

'I do.' Korra said, with a smile in white fur, her mouth filling with hair. 'She leaves voice messages, leaves her to work with her hands, multitask.'

'You may not want to listen to me,' Suyin said. 'But check your phone, and at listen to her. I have texted you some of my favourites of her.'

'Thank you.' Korra glanced up and immediately wished she hadn't; Suyin had been dressed in a latex dominatrix outfit the entire time. Form-fitting, curve-hugging, mouth-watering, those words might have been applicable to the woman had it been Kuvira that watched, not Korra. Korra wanted Asami, and nobody else could even compare.

That realisation made her stagger. She wanted Asami, she needed Asami. She crawled to her chair, furious at herself for placing it as far away from her bed as possible. She kissed Naga's head once more, spitted out some of her white fur and rolled into the living room.

'Korra!' Kuvira yelled, trying to cover up without having her hands free to do so. Suyin laughed, they clearly had been taking their bedroom activities into their shared living room.

'Are you joining us?' Suyin asked with a sly smile, part of her outfit had been opened revealing great breasts held up by leather straps, she was sitting on top off Kuvira on the coffee table.

'No,' Korra said. 'I'm getting Asami back.'

'Yeah, way to go!' Kuvira said, bound to said table with arm and legs against the table legs. 'Do you want me to drive?'

'No,' Korra said, wheeling herself towards the door. 'I'll find a way.'

Before she could open the door, hard pounding was on the door. Korra flung it open, and a green-eyed woman stood before her.

'How dare you hurt my best friend like that!' Opal Beifong yelled at Korra. 'Oh… Hi mom.'

'Hi, dear.' Suyin said, smirking as she diverted her attention away from her daughter in the doorway and back to the bound Kuvira on the coffee table.

'You broke her heart!' She yelled. 'She loves you and you… and you- and you crush her, when she finally feels worthy of love, and you do this! You're not worthy of her, you-'

'I love her.' Korra said with a small voice. 'I made a mistake; I need to get to her.'

'You what!?' Asked Opal loudly.

'I need to get to her; do you know where she is?' Korra asked her with pleading eyes.

'I do. Or I expect.' Opal said. 'But why would I take you?'

'Because I need to right my wrong,' Korra tried to explain. 'I need her to know my train of thought and then I need to admit I was wrong. Opal, please, I beg of you, I love her.'

'Fine.' She grumbled. 'But I choose the music.'

Korra grabbed her coat and wheeled herself out of her apartment, as she looked at the flights of stairs, she looked pleadingly at Opal who sighed. First, she helped Korra out of her chair and sat her on the ground, then she walked down with the chair, leaving Korra on the fifth floor. When she came back, she lifted Korra into her arms, thanking for all those Pilates lessons with Asami and slowly but steadily brought Korra down.

Korra hated this part, she felt helpless as Opal carried her. It wasn't the same as how Asami carried her, and that was what hurt the most. Asami had lifted her from her chair last night and held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. She remembered how her hands had supported her and had gently placed her on the bed. As she thought about the other night, she drifted away in her memories, until Opal placed her back in her chair huffing.

'Thank you.' Korra mumbled.

'Wow…' She puffed. 'Asami was right, you need to get out of that place.'

'How did you know where I lived?' Korra asked.

'My mom's not the only mistress Beifong Kuvira sees.' Opal smirked as she helped Korra get into the car.

'And how do you know where Asami will be?' Korra sked.

'She always goes here when she needs the help.' Were Opal's solemn words.

'Shit.' Muttered the tanned woman, as she though about how she had hurt Asami and maybe ruined the chances with her.

The car ride was silent, even though Opal was the one picking the music, part of the green-eyed woman didn't feel like it. The silence was tangible until they reached their destination.

'She's here.' Opal said, pointing at an old-looking car, knowing it was Asami's

After Asami's outburst in the car, and her memory of her mother coming back to her, she knew where she needed to go. It hadn't taken her long to get here, she knew where to park and even the walk to her final destination was one, she could do blind. The rain that had been drizzling all night still came down on her. She walked in quick paces to where she needed to go until she stopped in front of a large stone.

'Hi, mom.' Asami said. 'I need your help.'

The stone reading Yasuko Sato, Loving Mother gave her no answer, but the rain did seem to stop a little bit, indicating to Asami that she could continue. Her father hadn't even wanted his name on the stone, which had always angered the heiress.

'So, there's this girl. This woman. I talked about her before.' Asami was already crying, she couldn't help it. She wished that her mother was actually here, that would have been more useful. 'Korra is her name, remember? She's the most amazing girl in the world and fuckin- sorry, really strong. You'd love her.'

The rain seemed to stop altogether as Asami laid a gloved hand on the tombstone of her mother.

'She told me she did it for the money, but I just know that a connection like can't be faked.' She continued, as the tears cooled her already cold face, it was deep into the night and the temperature had dropped below zero. 'I love her, but after she lied to me about her feelings, I was cold to her and maybe I lost her forever. What should I do?'

As if the spirits wanted it to be so, the rain turned to white snow, as it fell down on Asami's nose. She loved the snow, after her mother helped her overcome her fear for it. Yasuko had wrapped a two-year-old Asami in the warmest clothes she had and taken her by the hand as Asami explored snow for the first time in her life. That was her first memory and ever since then, she'd always associated snow with love, warmth, and her mother.

'Thanks Mom.' Asami whispered, seeing this as a sign. 'Talk to you soon. I love you and miss you so much.'

A hard wind blew her hair behind her, as if the weather wanted her to turn around. As if her mother wanted her to do so. Asami did, turning as instructed and was facing with the person she almost wanted to see more than anyone.

'Korra?'