Chapter 5

The Impossible

A deafening silence filled the room. Asami wasn't certain that Korra had heard her, but the range of emotions flooding her eyes told her otherwise. The heiress took a hesitant step forward and gently sat down on the bed next to Korra. The younger woman's eyes stayed trained on the wall across from her. The color in her face slowly drained as the seconds passed.

"Korra?" Asami asked tentatively, her voice so soft it could barely be heard.

The tanned woman's eyes slowly left the wall, her face swiveling until it was facing Asami. Yet her eyes refused to look at the raven haired beauty. Fear, sadness, love, uncertainty reflected in her sapphire pools. With a boost of confidence Asami placed her hand on Korra's cheek, her thumb stroked the perfect skin. Korra closed her eyes and tilted her head away slightly from the touch. Disbelief crossed her features. After all this time, could it be true that Asami remembered her. Or was this just another trick of her mind. The tanned woman had spent countless nights thinking that she would wake up and Asami would be by her side. But those dreams turned into nightmares as she remembered what had happened. That Asami was never coming back to her.

"Korra?" Asami questioned again, her voice pleading, willing for her wife to look at her. For her to believe that this was real. That she was there. That she remembered everything.

At her words Korra placed a hand over Asami's. Gently, she leaned into the touch. The two women sat, enjoying the surreal touch of the other, for what seemed like an eternity. Asami studied every inch of her wife's features. The gentle curve of her lips, the one dimple on her right cheek, the delicate lashes that protected her beautiful eyes, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took, the dog hair that was forever present on her clothes. For a year they had been separated. For a year Asami was away from the woman she loved most in the world. She was going to use every second to make up for their lost time.

Korra's eyes fluttered open. It was a torturous wait for the heiress, but eventually, the otherworldly blue eyes leveled with her own. The cerulean orbs flicked around as they took in Asami's features. After a moment they landed on her eyes again. Instantly, Asami was lost in the depths of her blue pools.

"'Sami? Do… do you really recognize me?" her voice sounded so broken that it physically hurt Asami to hear her like that.

Asami nodded, "I love you, Korra."

Tears pooled into the younger woman's eyes, "I love you more."

Asami smiled as tears began to well into her own eyes. "Not possible." She whispered.

Korra's face broke into a smile of her own as she heard the words. Instantaneously, Asami was pulled into Korra's embrace. The air seemed to leave her. Nothing had felt so amazing, so right as this hug did. She could have sworn that her heart was spluttering to a stop and she was fine with that as long as Korra was with her. As long as she was in Korra's embrace, nothing else mattered. Minutes flew by as they tightened their embrace and cried out all their tears. Tenderly, Asami leaned back some and placed her forehead on Korra's. Korra cupped her cheeks in her hands and brushed the tears from her face with her thumbs.

"I love you so much, Asami. I-I can't believe this is happening. I've waited so long for this to happen, for you to remember me. I'm so afraid that I'll wake up and this will all just be a dream." She breathed.

Asami placed her hands over Korra's and caressed her knuckles, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm never letting you go again. I'm so s-sorry for being away for s-so long." She stammered.

"Shh." Korra commanded with a shake of her head, "'Sami, that wasn't your fault. You had no control over that. I'm just so glad that you are alive. I-I was so scared when they finally pulled you from the car. Y-you were so hurt. I was afraid I would never see you again." She stroked Asami's face carefully before continuing, "When the paramedic declared that you were still alive. I can't even explain the pure joy that I felt. I would rather live a thousand lifetimes of you never remembering me than living one day without you."

Asami couldn't breathe. Her mind whirred, willing her to think of something to say. But no words were capable of describing how she felt. No words were capable of describing her love for Korra. The only thing that would even remotely resemble her feelings—

She surged forward and pressed her lips against Korra's. The younger woman tensed momentarily before she relaxed into the kiss. She placed a hand on the back of Asami's neck as Asami tugged on Korra and pulled her closer. It sounded cliché but it was true, sparks really did fly when they kissed. Electricity seemed to spiral down Asami, reaching every inch of her. Fingers and toes tingled as their kiss deepened. Asami had been living a life where seven years had been completely erased. Seven years of gentle kisses and tender caresses from the love of her life. And a year where Asami didn't even remember her. A year where Asami was so close to Korra yet so torturously far away. A year where Asami was gone. But if there was something that could make up for that year it was this kiss. It was magical. It was beautiful. It was full of love and kindness and compassion. Everything Asami had ever hoped for in a relationship she had with Korra and if one kiss could display such an intense amount of emotion she never wanted to let go.

Regretfully, Korra pulled back slowly. Her eyes flickered open and she flashed an embarrassed grin, "Sorry. I couldn't breathe. You take my breath away." Korra's stomach growled monstrously, "I guess I was hungry too."

Like a wave Asami was overthrown with fits of laughter. Her stomach began to ache, tears streamed down her face, her face hurt from smiling so hard. And Korra, wonderful, beautiful Korra was right there with her. The two woman laughed in each other's arms until they couldn't anymore. Suddenly, Asami was pulled into Korra. Toned arms wrapped around her protectively. Asami nuzzled into Korra's neck and inhaled deeply. Ocean, fresh linen, and snow surrounded her. Spirits, she loved that. Korra brushed her face against Asami's hair, a smile breaking across her features, "I could do this all day, but I really am starving."

Asami broke out laughing, "Always motivated by food." She teased. Korra only laughed in response. They held the other's gaze for a moment longer before each got up and changed out of their nightwear.

Linking their fingers together they made their way down to the kitchen. The smell of freshly roasted coffee and pancakes filled their senses. Gentle chattering reached their ears. Asami stopped right outside of the door. Nervousness rushed over her. This would be the first time that she had seen, really seen, her loved ones in a full year. She tightened her grip on Korra's hand and pushed forward. As soon as her eyes rested on the sight before her she was transported.

Sluggishly, Asami opened her eyes. Bright fluorescent light painfully filled her vision. She squinted until her eyes adjusted to the harsh light. Her head felt like it had been hit with a hammer. Her body felt even worse. Once she could see fully she looked down. Her leg was encased in a massive cast, her left arm trapped in a metal contraption holding her bones in place, and her rib cage was ensnared in a web of gauze and bandage rolls. A startled gasp left her. Her heart began to race. The subsequent beeping from the heart monitor forced her to look up. Five sets of eyes were staring at her intently. It was then that she noticed her right hand was being held by a woman with startling blue eyes.

"What happened to me?" she asked fearfully, "Who… who are you?"

The girl with the short black bob and opal eyes broke down crying, "Oh spirits." The burly man next to her wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. The thinner man with the spiked hair practically fell into the chair behind him. The grip on her hand slackened, forcing Asami to look at the strange woman. Tears filled her beautiful eyes as she placed a hand over her mouth, "No. No. Please, no." Her face contorted into pure pain. She released her grip on Asami's hand entirely and fell out of her chair. The elder man with a thick mustache and kind face took her place. He slipped his hand under her and gripped it tightly, "Asami. It's me. Dad."

Asami blinked. The figures in the room coming into vision. Mako stood by the coffee pot, cup in hand. Opal and her father sat at the table, her father holding the newspaper and Opal a book. Bolin sat by Opal, toast halfway in his wide open mouth. Each had expressions of shock on their faces.

Asami smiled, "Hi, guys." Opal's eyes flicked down to her and Korra's intertwined hands.

"Sams?"

"Hey, Ope. How's the married life treating you?"

Silence. Opal's mouth dropped before a deafening girlish squeal erupted into the room. Asami wasn't confident if it came from Opal or Bolin. Both came barreling towards her. Bolin scooped all three girls into a hug, lifting them into the air with ease. Asami started to laugh. Mako soon joined in on the hug.

"I love you guys so much." Bolin blubbered. The sound of a throat clearing forced Bolin to place the group on the ground. Like the parting of a sea, her friends moved out of the way so that the only one facing Asami was her father.

"Hi, Daddy."

Her father's kind amber eyes became glossy, "Hi, pumpkin." She all but ran to her father and leapt into his arms. He swung her around and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, Dad." Hiroshi smiled and placed another kiss on the top of her head.

"Come, come you must be famished." He motioned to the table covered in an assortment of food. They all sat down. Smiles never fading from their faces.

For the rest of the day the group just sat, talked, and ate. And it was one of the best moments of Asami's life.

Korra cleared her throat when the conversation finally died down around eight o'clock, "If you guys don't mind, may I steal my wife away for a few moments." Everyone chuckled before nodding their consent. Korra took Asami's hand and led them to the garage. She got into Asami's blue SUV Satomobile and motioned for her to follow. Dutifully, she followed, "Where are you taking me?" she questioned.

"You'll see." Korra turned and winked at her. Asami blushed, smiled, and took Korra's hand. They drove in silence, simply enjoying the presence of the other. After some time Korra pulled off down a dirt road. The trees began to thin and Asami could hear the unmistakable sound of the ocean. Once Korra stopped the car she hopped out and rushed over to Asami's side, pulling the door open for her. Asami giggled and stepped out. Korra took both of her hands and began leading her away from the car.

"You're gonna love this." She mumbled.

"Anything you do I love." Asami retorted. It was Korra's turn to blush this time. The sound of waves became louder as they reached the edge of the trees.

"Alright. Close your eyes." Asami did and felt herself being led again.

Korra stopped after a few minutes, "Alright open them."

Asami was met by the most stunning view she had ever seen. The sky was alight with millions of twinkling stars. The moon reflected perfectly off of the ocean's navy blue waters. The salty scent of the water filled the air. A large blanket covered the ground near to where they were standing. But the most beautiful part was Korra. The younger woman was down on one knee.

"I know I've done this already, but just think of it as a renewing of our vows." She smirked, "Asami Sato, would you do me the honor of being my wife?"

Asami giggle, "Nothing would make me happier." Korra reached for her necklace and gently pulled Asami's ring off. She took the pale hand in her own and slid the ring onto it.

"After all this time, it still fits perfectly." Asami's heart broke at her words. Tugging at Korra's hands she forced the woman to stand up. She pulled her into a hug, "I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused, Korra."

Korra's face contorted in sorrow, "No. Please. Please don't apologize, Asami. I love you and you are here with me now and that is all that matters." The heiress nodded and let herself be led over to the blanket. The two sat down; immediately, Asami was pulled into Korra's warm embrace. The tanned woman wrapped a second blanket around their shoulders. Asami cuddled closer to her wife. Together they sat and watched the moon as it rose high into the sky. Asami closed her eyes and just took in the moment. Nothing. Nothing could be more perfect than this. She was so tempted to sleep, but the overwhelming desire for this day to never end kept her awake. Sorrowfully, a yawn escaped her lips. Korra chuckled and kissed the top of her head,

"Why don't we head back home?" Asami nodded and before she knew it Korra had scooped her up and was carrying her back to the car bridle style. They held hands all the way back to the mansion. Their gazes never left the other as they made it back to the room. Asami went to her closet and began changing into her nightgown. When she turned around Korra was staring at her. Her normally light blue eyes a dark shade of lust. Asami strode over to her and pulled her into a kiss. It deepened quickly. Both stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on top in a tangle of awkward limbs and kisses. The end to a perfect day was a night filled with passion and love as both women were united once again.

Korra was the first to wake, the quiet patter of rain on the windowsill waking her. Her eyes scanned the woman sleeping next to her. Raven hair draped around her flawless face. Ruby lips were parted slightly and a gentle snore escaped them. Pale fingers were calmly curled around the pillow case. Korra couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight than the woman next to her. She still couldn't believe that yesterday had happened. That Asami had finally remembered. That the love of her life was back in her life.

Sighing, she carefully removed herself from the bed. She slipped on a large sweatshirt and headed down to the kitchen. It was a Monday and around noon so Hiroshi was at work already, leaving both women to have the house all to themselves. Having no idea where the staff was Korra decided to cook breakfast for the two of them. She sorted through the refrigerator and pulled out bacon, eggs, and hash browns; Asami's favorite breakfast. She set to work, first cooking the bacon, confident that the wonderful aroma would wake the heiress. After a couple of minutes the bacon was cooked to the perfect crispiness. She placed it on a plate and cracked the eggs into the frying pan. Letting the eggs cook, she went into the walk-in-pantry looking for some spices for the eggs. When she finally found what she was looking for she left the room. She was greeted by the backside of Asami. Donning only underwear and a large t-shirt the heiress was happily munching away at the bacon. Korra tip-toed behind her. Placing one hand on the engineer's wrist and the other on her waist she spun her around and pulled her into a tight hug. A shocked gasp left her wife. Quickly, she pecked her on the lips before tightening the embrace.

"Good morning, babe." She mumbled into her hair.

Two pale fingers placed themselves on Korra's clavicle and pushed her away. She leaned back in confusion looking up at Asami's face. Shock and confusion adorned her face, crimson lips turned into a frown. Her peridot eyes gleamed with an icy fury, "I'm sorry, but… do I know you?"

And just like that, those four simple words, broke Korra's heart into a million pieces for the second time in her life. She stumbled backwards. Her heart stopping. She managed to leave the room, leaving a confused Asami behind her. Her feet blindly guided her outside into the rain and down the driveway. Her weakened legs gave out on her and she collapsed in the gravel. Nothing. She felt nothing. Every part of her was numb. Not even the freezing rain was registering on her skin. She wasn't even sure she was alive anymore. A strangled cry escaped her lips. Her hands slammed against the wet pavement, spraying water back into her face. She was cursed. Cursed to live an eternity of Asami never remembering her. Cursed to have the love of her life taken from her for the second time. Cursed to live her life for the second time completely dead on the inside. Cursed to live without Asami.

Carefully, she laid down on the gravel, her face turned to the sky. The rain poured down her face, intermingling with her tears. Korra may be cursed, but at least she had one day with Asami. One day to remember what it was like to be in love and to be loved. Her heart may be broken beyond repair. Shattered into innumerable pieces. But those pieces belonged to the love of her life. She may be in insurmountable pain for the rest of her life, but nothing. Absolutely, nothing would stop her from loving Asami Sato.

Author's note:

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. From the very beginning I had planned for Asami to remember for a day what had happened and then over night she forgot it all again. I'm a terrible person and I'm sorry. But hopefully you guys liked it? I'm not going to lie it was rather hard to write that ending. I so desperately wanted it to be a happy ending but angst, I must have angst. I did warn you guys in the beginning. Anyways, that's the end. It was fun to write and I cannot even begin to say how grateful I am for how all the support I got. As always comments and critiques are welcomed. Thanks for reading.

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