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"So, let's talk about why you're here."

"Oh well, ya know other than the fact my family and friends forced me to come, no reason at all. But you already knew that." Asami says sarcastically rolling her eyes.

"Asami…" She pauses. Tipping the end of the pen to her lip she begins. " I want you to feel safe here. Your friends and family seem to think you may have experienced more pain than you may have let off since the incident." She says trying to tread lightly over the subject seeing her client beginning to get agitated.

Asami starts to think of a way to give this shrink a run for her money. "What the hell does she know? Hell what the fuck do any of them know. Korra is with me." Asami thought to herself. Then she felt it. That warm touch she'd been feeling for the last 5 years. She invisibly sinks into it, smiling to herself. "You're here." Asami whispers to herself.

"W-whose here?" The shrink asks.

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3 Months ago.

How was she supposed to even react for this kind of occasion. Overreact? Burst out into tears and cry out to the spirits? Silently sit in pain as you watch on? It was especially gray outside on this day. The rain hadn't let up since the wee hours of the morning and as the wind tossed and turned the rain drops so did Asami in her bed until it was time. She rose slowly and looked over.

...All Asami could do was stare. She stared ahead in her peu as the service went on. Stared out the window as the car drove through trying to cut through the gray skies and surroundings. Stare...as the casket was lowered into the grave. one foot. two feet. three feet. four feet. five feet. six feet. Then it stopped and dirt began to pour over the azure casket. She honestly couldn't remember what was said in the eulogy. Couldn't remember the failed attempts of trying to get her to smile or to talk to her and tell her it was going to be okay. It was just… noise but it all stopped when the dirt hit the coffin. She blinked. It's as if she'd just woken up from some kind of limbo dream. Not much you could remember but you know you actually dreamed and it felt so … real. She looked around as if she'd been the only one who was late to know what was going on. She heard talking but she couldn't really make out what was being said. It sounded like Korra's dad but she wasn't sure. She kept swiveling her head looking at all these sad faces. Black. Black hats, Black shoes, Black dresses, Pants and- She looks down, she, herself, dressed in an all black dress with the heels to match.

"A-Asami?" She could hear her name but it sounded like she was being called from underwater. "Asami?" There it was again. Someone cleared their throat and she felt a familiar warm touch on her shoulder. She looked over and no one had touched her. But she did realize all eyes were on her. "Asami? Dear?" It was clearer this time. She jumped visible and looked at the person who called her name. It was Tonraq, Korra's dad. His tan face; puffy and red. "W-would you like to say any last words?" His voice was constricted and coated with sorrow. Before she could realize what was happening she felt an odd drip on her hand. Surely it could have been from the rain since they are outside. But it was warm. She touched her face and she realized tears were streaming down her cheek. Emerald eyes shimmering and desolate. Face full of blank emotion. She stands up and walks to the podium where Korra's father stood. She looks out into the gathering of the people. Her eyes are looking but they aren't seeing. She searches for Korra trying to understand why she's feeling this way. She glances over the crowd again. She can't find her. She looked to her right and there she was. Her lover. She sat upon a white tri-stand. After all it was Asami's favorite picture of her.

She looked between the picture of her lover and the now lowered casket covered in dirt. She turns her head a little to the side still as if she's lost. She looked toward the crowd. Seething their faces. Their. Distraught. Faces. An unknown rage began to engulf Asami. These people only knew parts of Korra. "I fuckin knew her. I knew every little detail, every little fucking fear. I knew when she couldn't sleep and how to sooth her to sleep. I knew. They didn't. I was her other half as she was mine. Was." She began to feel her fist clench at the sides of the podium and hot streams ran down her face. They felt so hot on her skin that her whole body was under fire. Her breathing began to hitch and her body started shaking. She couldn't even utter a word.

"Relax baby." She heard a voice echo through the rain that seemed to finally soften. He shoulder instantly relaxed as her head popped up searching. Searching for a voice she knows she couldn't mistake. She searched the crowd. No not there. She looked to her left and right. Not there either. She looked up past the crowd and caught a figure. A figure she knew so well in her mind and from touch. No mistake.

"Korra?" She called out across the podium and to the crowd. Many were confused because it looked as if Asami was there but her eyes had left to somewhere else. They look around, behind them or wherever they could to see what Asami could. Asami walked to the side of the podium almost stumbling but eyes still focused on the figure she'd seen. She wanted to catch up to it but it ran, more like, disappeared. "Korra?" She called out again and she hiked her dress up. She started off towards the tree she saw the figure stand by. Her high heels sinking with every pressure from her foot as she sinks her way toward the tree. The audience gasps and turns toward her and trying to figure out what to do. Mako and Bolin run to her aid with Tonraq trailing. They catch up to her and try to hold her. Asami begins kicking and screaming as she feels the weight of Bolin and Mako. "Let me go" She screams out and she tries to fight free from them. In doing so she makes them fall over and now they are heaping soak of a mess in this marsh field.

"Asami I know how you feel we all lost her too." Mako says trying to calm his friend's aching heart. This only turns the rage up.

"You guys didn't even know her." She screamed. "None of you did." She yelled out now directing it to everyone.

"A-Asami." Bolin said hurtfully. But truth be told Asami could give two fucks right now.

"No Bo. You guys knew parts of her, that's it. I knew everything. I was there when she couldn't even talk to any of you. I know every part of her, I know her mind the way she thinks. Every fucking fear she's ever had. I- I knew. She was my other half that I won't ever get back." Her voice croaks at the end causing her to give up her fight. Between her soring throat and the weight of Bolin and Mako all she felt was pain. The tears never stopped. She began to feel numb. She can feel the motion of Bolin hugging her with dear life but it did nothing but add on to the numbness. She closes her eyes and feels herself being lifted from the ground.

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"Annghhh, no, no NO!" Asami jumps up waking herself from sleep.

'8:00 a.m.'

For the past several nights it has been this way. Asami couldn't fall asleep until 4 a.m but her body would jerk itself awake no later than eight. She hated sleep. All she could do is dream of Korra. Seeing her lover's tan face in her dream was the only way to get from this real life nightmare. She looks over to the other side of the bed that usually is indented a little and filled with a breathing cover. Now it's flat and breathless. She ran her hand over the sheets on the other side of the bed hoping to find the warm after presence of her lover. It's gone. Just like it was the other three nights she's done it.

*Bzzzz* Her phone brings her back. She picks it up from the night stand. Another text from Bolin.

Bolin: Hey Sami I just wanted to text you again to see how you're doing. I know you've got my other texts and calls. Pls call me. I love you."

This is one of the many text's she received from her friends and family (Korra's family, which she thinks of as her own.). In the past days after the funeral Asami has amassed over 100 texts and 32 missed calls. Just like this one from Bolin she'll do with what she did that last. Ignore them. She tossed her phone not really caring where it landed or even if it broke. Maybe that would get them to stop the calling and texting. They've even stepped it up to coming over and knocking. Of course they know she's home and she can see them over the camera's footage. Mako even looked directly into the camera one time begging for her to open the door, to let him. Whether or not he meant the house or in her mental space, she wasn't doing either. She'd just turn the footage off like she flipped the tv channel to something else. She lays back down hoping sleep would find her. But as usual, it didn't.

The constant buzz of her phone lets her know the outside world still wants to be let in but they can't. They don't understand. Asami laid there for a few more hours trying to sleep hoping to get back to Korra. By the time she realized it wasn't going to happen it was already 1:30 p.m. Only reason she was able to kick her legs over the edge of the bed and pull herself out is the large growling of her stomach that she kept trying to ignore for the past hour. Her stomach won. She slowly trudged herself into thei- well her kitchen now looking for something to shut her stomach up. She opens the fridge door thinking about what she could cook. She opted for scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. But, what caught her eye made her hunger pain grow. Korra's leftover seaweed noodles. She felt as if it called to her like this was the only meal that could quench her hunger. She hastily grabs it, throwing it into the microwave to heat up. She kept eyeing the timer as if it was taking an eternity to beep. When it finally beeped she released a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. She snachted it out of the microwave and grabbed a fork slamming the drawer. She began turning the fork around the noodles to get an ample amount and shoved it in her mouth.

She was drenched in euphoria with every bite it brought her more and more into comfort. How could a meal make her feel like she was being held by her lover? She ate and ate and ate until the fork clanged on the bottom of the plastic bowl. That couldn't be all that's left? She looked down just to make sure she hadn't missed a noodle. Her heart deflated and she felt cold again. That was it.

She slowly dropped the bowl and fork into the sink leaving the kitchen to slowly climb back into her now bigger bed. She laid there hair sprawled over her pillow, lifeless. Gray pillow cases became darker in a spot as the tears fell. "What am I going to do?" she calls out as if someone would be able to answer. With her question unanswered she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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A/N: This is the rest of chapter one. Please review and give me your thoughts.

See you guys.