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Korra continued to sit along the edge of the Air Temple cliff side.
Staring at the bright oranges, shocking yellows, and deep reds igniting the city skyline like a work of art from Mother Nature herself.
Many were probably along the street sides now. Perhaps admiring, painting or photographing what could only be described as a once in a blue moon sight.
Not her though.
No instead of appreciating the sight, the Avatar found herself loathing every streak of light that shined onto her once perfect utopia.
The sunset falling over the skyline to republic city, served only as a reminder to the legends Master Katara had spoken of long ago.
About how in times of rebirth the Southern Water tribe held respect for not only the moon, but also the sun. Stating that while they gained power from the night, the rising and setting of the fire star stood as a wise way of looking at life.
For a sunrise, hope showed the earth it's blessing of experiencing another morning to awake.
And at dusk the sunset served to show the amount of hard work accomplished through out the few precious hours of light given to all.
Growing up, the legend had inspired new strength in Korra to try and accomplish as much as possible before the setting of the day light. Almost like a game. To see how many techniques and lessons she could learn/finish within the hours given.
It also gave her a deep appreciation for fire as both an element and bending style.
The sunset now though, served to only remind her of what she had failed to accomplish for this day.
For the past 14 days actually.
Staring at the sight with such malice, Korra almost hoped that some of the poison in her veins would be transferred into the sight and kill it like it almost had her.
The wheelchair bound girl wasn't completely sure if the last sense of her sanity was still intact, or if this was still a part of the toxic chemicals destroying her mind.
To wish for such a horrible fate upon a harmless sight.
But then again, you couldn't blame her.
Yes the metallic venom had certainly taken it's toll on the Avatar. But even after Su managed to remove it from her system, the damage was done.
Not only was her sense of sight, hearing, and speaking almost to the point of being useless, but her physical movements were shaky at best. Standing was out of the question and wheeling herself anywhere was too much. She couldn't even feed herself some day.
Being weak meant people fussed, and that meant they had to waste time on her. She hated that part so much.
Just barely being able to hear the beat of the music behind herself, Korra drowned momentarily in her thoughts.
Hoping that the fact that the buzzing of her head was slowly silencing everything around her, wasn't a bad thing.
She wasn't crazy. Useless maybe. A failure to mankind maybe. But she wasn't crazy.
Peering down with great effort, at the wide expanse of water before her, Korra found herself crying much like she had earlier today at Jinora's Tattooing Ceremony.
She hadn't meant to allow the tear to fall during what was SUPPOSE to be a happy time. But the despair was just to great to be fought off like before.
How many Avatars before her became so badly injured that their legs couldn't move? Or how many could say that they single handedly failed humanity to the point that the air nation was forced to help? Oh right she wouldn't know that because of the spiritual loss she had suffered last year as well.
To every incarnation that came after her, there was no cycle. There were no wise and usefully knowledgeable elders who could give them guidance.
There was only going to be Korra who saw herself as the greatest let down since the disappearance of Roko. Right before Aang went missing and the cycle stopped.
Speaking of the possibility to reincarnate a new Avatar, gave the tearful girl pause.
She had begged Tenzin to wheel her out to the cliffside to have 'alone time'...stating through chopped speech that the party was 'hurt' 'my' 'head'.
But now that she was at the destination she needed, the fear began to creep back into her foggy brain.
Who would care for Mako and Bolin? What about the airbending family and Kya, Bumi, and Katara? What about Lin and Su and Opal would they all be okay?
Worst of all...what about Asami?
Closing her eyes, Korra thought back to the past two weeks. She thought about everyone doing their best to help her, being careful not to call her what she knew she was.
A cripple.
They all came at her beck and call trying to ease her worries about the world. However...None had even come close, to trying as hard as the poor engineer.
Combing her hair twice a day, dressing her, talking in the deafening silence about her work and the state of the airbenders, giving updates on everyone's lives.
Asami and all of them were giving her so much of their time...time she didn't think she deserved.
Looking out again at the distance between herself and the edge, Korra ignored the laughter and cheers she could hear from inside the temple house. She was glad that they were celebrating Jinora's accomplishments.
The kid deserved it.
But like Tenzin had said earlier, she was the master who would lead them on a brighter path.
What use was there for a broken Avatar when you had an entire Nation helping?
Taking a breathe, Korra hoped leaving them on a happy note would make this less of an emotional struggle.
Concentrating deeply at how many physically draining shoves it would take to force her chair, the water tribe girl clenched her eyes shut.
It was now or never.
Shove.
Barely moving an inch, Korra grits her teeth in pain. The familiar burn of her muscles and head reminding her of her loss. Thinking of her parents and Katara...the people who gave her life and raised her...she hopes they will find it in their hearts to forgive her.
Shove.
Moving slightly further, Korra breathes in short gasps. The pain ripples through every damage part of her being like a tidal wave. She considers all the things she never said to the bending brothers. About how grateful she was to them for their friendship, and supporting her through the chaos. She never said goodbye to either one.
Shove.
Another inch. Another shot of agony through her whole body but now even more so on her mind. The ache forming was nothing short of brutal.
But so worth it.
Tenzin and the airfamily were like the cousin's she always desired. Not that she didn't love Eska and Desna(wedding incident aside), but the nomads were different. They were the glue that kept her from falling apart so many times. Kya and Bumi included too...spirits she was going to miss them all so much.
Shove.
Allowing a whimper to escape her lips, the tan girl allows a few stray tears to fall. Naga who would get her? Who would she go with next to guide and take on rides? No..it doesn't matter. None of it did. Just so long as someone was around to love her.
Shove.
More tears stream from her pained cerulean irises. But the cliff edge becomes nearer furthering her drive. She prays to anyone listening that Lin finds happiness and reconnects with Su and Opal completely some day. The family deserves that much.
Shove.
Gasping and crying out as loudly as her lungs allow her, which isn't greatly, Korra can see the ripples far below becoming more noticeable. She is suddenly reminded of Aang and when he visited her at the Southern Tribe edge and restored her bending. He was probably so disappointed in her now to see how far she's fallen.
Shove.
Two or three more to go. She had never felt so tired from such small work. But it would all be worth it soon enough.
Shove.
The front wheel was about to cross over. The second she is in the position to lean forward all of the nightmare will be over. The cycle can continue and she'll be gone. The world will be okay!
...although...
Pausing to close her eyes Korra takes in a shaky breathe. The biggest regret she had though was never being able to tell Asami how she truly feel-
Feeling her entire chair being pulled back, Korra cried out as her body was forcibly jerked. The wheels began to reverse and before she could make a final leap forward, the ledge is gone.
If she were to jump now she'd only land face first onto the grass of the island. Never having enough strength to crawl over.
Angry and bitter tears pierce at cerulean irises, as the wheelchair is turned around in a complete 180.
A pissed off Asami was certainly not what she had been expecting to see.
Rephrase that. A completely LIVID looking Asami was not what she had expected.
"KORRA! What the spirits was that! I come out here and see you trying to force yourself off the edge?!"
The Avatar wants nothing more then to lie. To lie and say that it had been an accident. That she was looking for something that appeared in the waves further out. To say anything besides the truth.
"My spirits you're crying! How did you even manage to push yourself that far?! Does anything need to be healed?"
But the ember fires peering at her soul would never fall for something so utterly and completely false. The CEO was too smart to believe in any fabrications.
So instead she remained quiet.
"Of all the idiotic things I have...I can't...I just? Why would you ever even-"
Silence spoke the words she was too tired to explain.
Luckily or maybe mot so, the engineer could read them clear as day.
Just like the sunsetting into the night sky behind her, Korra could see the fire based light fade from Asami's rage filled eyes.
"Korra. You WILL heal with time and no one is blaming you! In fact they are all rejoicing inside over the fact that you saved us all. Y-you have to know that this is no way to ever consider fixing things."
A blink. A tear fell. Not from Asami though but from the Avatar.
She still refused to speak, even though the emotions were being heard.
"We all still love you. No matter what. We always will."
"D-don't des-se-deserve..."
"YOU DESERVE TO LIVE KORRA!...If you can't do it for yourself then please. Stay for me."
That was it. The snapping point.
A sob that tore at her chest broke free. Though a little on the wheezy side.
Korra allowed her fingers to move slowly and grasp onto the leather covered driving gloves of Asami's hands. Trying with all her might to speak clearly.
But she didn't have to. The heiress could see the confession in the tears falling from the poor girl's eyes.
"Sometimes it takes almost losing someone...to realize that you loved them in the first place."
Moving to place a gentle kiss on the water tribe girl's lips, Asami allowed her own tear to fall.
"I'm never letting go of you Korra...even when you give up on yourself."