Hey everyone! Sorry I'm so behind. Hopefully, I can finish the last two chapters for Korrasami month today (I was planning on writing last night but I fell asleep because I am weak). Concerning this chapter, I hope you, um, well... *apologizes*

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The loud alarm sent a pounding sound into her chest, yet the noise seemed distant. She ignored it for the first ten seconds. Then, she rolled around and smashed the off button.

She didn't want to get out of her bed.

She put her back to the clock and stared out the window. The sun was starting to rise, marking the beginning of her day with a pale blue sky.

She frowned. This wasn't something she wanted.

Or more accurately, this wasn't something she felt she deserved.

Asami rolled to the clock again and pulled her covers to her nose. She stared at the red numbers as they changed one by one, from 6:00 AM all the way to seven. Still, she didn't leave her mattress. She wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep, but sleep wouldn't come.

Just as it hadn't come to her all month.

Asami sighed and blinked slowly. Her eyes felt dry even though she hadn't cried the night before like she had for the first few weeks after Bolin's costume party.

She'd like to think those nights were worse than these, but at this point, she couldn't even tell the difference anymore.

She felt outside of herself, like a shell or a husk. She felt distant. She felt quiet. Most of all, she felt empty and unworthy.

She had cheated on Korra. She had kissed Mako in a drunken haze. And drunk or not, she had kissed someone else while Korra was away at war.

And now, Korra might just well be dead.

The image of the chemical explosion in Zaofu filled her sight. She tried to will it away, but couldn't find the strength. The reports since then had been mixed. They claimed the war was over and that Kuvira was dead. The Earth Empire was retreating along the borders of the United Republic of Nations and the remaining United Forces members were holding strong. This, of course, was good news to almost everyone in Republic City.

But not to Asami.

She didn't care about the war ending. She didn't care about Kuvira or the fucking Earth Empire.

All she wanted to know was who was in that blast – if Korra was in that blast.

She had called the sergeant several days after the explosion when the cleanup and search for survivors was under way. He, of course, had nothing to give her, for even he didn't know who survived and who died.

The days turned to weeks and the phone calls became more infrequent. It had been an entire month since the Battle of Zaofu. Soldiers had returned to the United Republic. The army was preparing to send in the next crew to help with the restoration of the Earth Kingdom into a democracy, as declared by the new heir, Prince Wu. This, unfortunately, meant that Bolin would be heading out once the villages and colonies of the former Earth Empire were stabilized by the remaining United Forces soldiers.

But none of this answered the question that she was pretty sure she knew the answer to: was Korra alive?

She hadn't received any more letters from her since the last one before the explosion in Zaofu.

The roses on her dresser were fading.

Asami rolled back and stared at them. She didn't know what else she could do. She considered just letting them die. What else could possibly help if nothing she had done was working? But in these times, she would still water them, just a bit, with the small ray of hope that they might bounce back. That she might bounce back. Even the tallest rose that had been so green and vibrant had been losing its color the past few weeks, though it seemed to have taken well to the last watering she gave it several days ago.

Still, this did not help her insides feel better.

It was ridiculous, part of her would always think, that someone could have such a hold on her. She was Asami fucking Sato. She didn't need anyone to make her happy, to keep her upright and supported.

So why did she feel so broken?

Because I'm disappointed in myself, would be her retort. She had been unfaithful and succumbed to her weaknesses. She let herself slip. She did something bad.

And she was sure that she would never forgive herself.

Tears welled in her eyes. She let them fall, too tired to do otherwise.

"I'm sorry, Korra," she whispered for the umpteenth time. "I'm sorry."

A bark at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Asami sighed. She really did not want to leave her bed, going so far as to miss an entire week of work after the costume party. She had told her father it was just illness and she would work on the project plans at her apartment while she recovered, which she very much did. But it took her that entire week just to get into the mindset of working.

Going back to the factory was even worse. There, she had to interact with people, which was something she very much did not want to do. She just wanted to curl up in silence and try to feel better, to get herself through the surmounting guilt and sadness that she felt. To break herself away from this suffocating feeling and to grow the fuck up.

She was Asami fucking Sato, after all. She was better than this.

So she went to work with a fake smile, her act enough to fool even her father.

But when she came home to a growling dog and a nearly empty pantry, that's when the darkness would set back in.

She spent most of her time in the shower during those nights, and she wished that's where she could be right now instead of ignoring the knock on her door in her bed. It was the only bit of warmth she had gotten, despite the onset of spring in Republic City. She hated this feeling, hated being so weak and helpless and fragile.

She wanted to be strong again. She wanted to move on.

It was those words that would always break her, though, and shrivel her back up into the broken, dependent person that she kept claiming to be.

How could I possibly move on from Korra, she would always ask herself, and a handful of voices would respond.

You can't. You shouldn't. You love her and she loves you. Wait for her.

No, don't wait for her. Look at what it's doing to you. You're not you anymore. You need to move on.

But what about your promise to her? You said you would wait for her the last time you saw her in the airport.

And she said she would come back. But she's not here. She's dead.

You don't know that. Did you see a body bag?

I don't have to. I don't – I can't feel her anymore.

Is that her fault or yours?

"Asami?" A voice called to her from the doorway.

It was followed by a low-pitched growl in the background.

"Hush, Naga. Leave Asami alone." The voice shooed the dog away, but not without a rebuking bark.

Yes, please leave me alone, she whispered in her head, though this was a mixed sentiment. As much as she wanted to be in solitude in her bedroom, she was also desperate for comfort.

"Asami," the voice asked again

She heard the door click and footsteps approach the bed. Then her eyes caught sight of Opal's.

"What are you doing here," she whispered, her voice dry from her sleepless night.

"I was worried. I called you four times since yesterday but you never answered. I was afraid that you –" She cut her sentence short and adjusted her squat into a more comfortable kneel. "How are you?"

"What does it look like?"

Opal winced and looked away.

Asami sighed. "I'm sorry, Opal. I – I didn't mean to snap at you." Asami pushed herself up into a sitting position, but kept herself covered in her blanket. She hunched her back and stared at the floor. "Things have been… rough."

Opal sympathized with her. "I understand."

"Have you heard anything else out about your family? Your parents and siblings are okay, right?"

Her eyes mixed with sadness and rage. "Yeah, except for one. My brother, Baatar. He… was working with Kuvira."

Asami raised her brow in shock. "What? How?"

"He – he helped make the bomb that was set off, from what my mom told me after they regained control of Zaofu."

Asami frowned. She slid out of her bed – keeping her blanket around her – and sat beside Opal. She put a hand over hers. "I'm so sorry, Opal."

She shook her head. "Don't be. He – he's an idiot. How could he? How could he work for Kuvira? I mean, I know my mom took her in when she was young and she grew up with us, but that just… he said he loved her. But did he love her enough to destroy part of the world?"

"Apparently," Asami said dryly. She released Opal's hand and pulled her knees up to her chin. "And Korra, too."

Opal frowned. "You don't know that, Asami."

She glanced at Opal. "Have they found any more bodies?"

"A few. But they weren't Korra."

Asami looked away.

It was Opal's turn to grab Asami's hand. "I know things are hard right now, but Korra will be okay. More importantly, you will be okay. You're strong, Asami."

"If I'm so strong, why do you have to come check on me every few days to make sure I'm alive?"

A potent silence fell between them.

Asami could hear Opal swallow the knot in her throat away.

"Asami, I care about you. That's why I check on you. And – and it helps."

Their eyes met.

"Helps who?"

"Both of us, I'd like to think." Opal averted her gaze to the floor. "I suppose I can't say if it helps you or not, but it helps me, because I know that you care about me, too. Or else you wouldn't be asking about my family or even letting me in."

Asami remained quiet.

"Bolin has been worried about you, too. He really wants to see you and know how you're doing. You haven't spoken to him since his party." She looked up at Asami.

Asami remained quiet.

"I've been telling him that you're okay, but he doesn't buy it. Frankly, neither do I." She lifted Asami's chin and analyzed her features.

Asami remained quiet. She kept her eyes away from Opal's.

"When was the last time you ate?"

Asami remained quiet.

Opal frowned and released her. "I'll go make you some tea." She pushed herself to her feet and turned to leave, but not before she caught sight of the roses on Asami's dresser. A leaf fell off of one of the dying plants. She glanced at Asami with sadness in her eyes and rushed to prepare tea.

Asami stared at the ground while Opal was away. The cold was taking her over. She tried to fight it. Her dark thoughts kicked in again. Korra was most likely dead. And in the meantime, she had kissed Mako. She had kissed someone else while Korra was marching to Zaofu to end the war and come back to her.

Part of her wanted Korra to be dead; she couldn't imagine trying to tell Korra about what she had done.

Another tear rolled down her cheek. At the same time, she didn't want to think about Korra being dead, either.

Gone. Forever.

Get yourself together, Asami. It's just Korra. You haven't even known her that long. Just move the fuck on before you destroy yourself.

"Hey," Opal waved her hand in front of Asami's sight to get her attention.

Asami remained quiet.

"Here," she handed her a steaming mug of tea. Once it was in Asami's hands, she sat beside her with a cup of her own.

This had become more routine than Asami wanted to admit. They had both seen the blast in Zaofu at the same time and both felt the personal impact of it. That and with the army preparing to send Bolin out within the next year, they had developed a bond of support. They would go back and forth, one person leaning onto the shoulder of the other until they were just barely strong enough for the reverse. And although Asami had never gone to Opal's to check on her, Opal understood, so she would show up at Asami's with her spare key instead.

It was more frequent in the beginning, when Asami was missing work and spending most of her time crying. Opal would check on her in the morning and sometimes skip her classes to cry with her as the fate of her family was still hanging in the balance. Opal had grown stronger when she learned her mother was alive, along with most of the rest of her family, and Asami would occasionally draw from this strength.

But they both had their bad dreams, and would both sometimes talk about them.

Asami tended to have the same recurring dream. The images of her kissing Mako would haunt her, and the more she dreamed about it, the more she should have realized in her drunken, delusional state that she was not kissing Korra at all. They were completely different kisses and feelings. His lips were not soft like Korra's. The stubble on his face had scratched her without her realizing it. His hands were firmer against her body instead of the delicate, empowering touch of Korra's fingers. Even the weight on her should have been a giveaway. But she had been too drunk to realize these vital differences, and it was only in her haunting, sober dreams did she feel the full impact of what she had done.

From there, the sight would pan to Korra being pulled out of rubble or muck, her body stiff and frozen, her eyes still open and blood dried to her skull. She saw her in a body bag, a folded version of the United Forces flag over her corpse.

Asami shook her head to force the image away. She didn't want to think about Korra being dead, though part of her told her to think about it.

So she could recover. So she could move on with her life.

"You look tired, Asami. Did you sleep at all last night?"

She stared at her tea and shook her head.

"Did you dream about him again?"

She nodded.

"You haven't spoken to him, have you?"

"No." She spoke with a dark dryness in her voice. "Not since the party. And never again."

This was true. Asami had blocked his number, deleted all of his texts and messages, and even changed her number after the incident. The only people she had given her new number to were her father and Opal. And if she was able to give it to Korra, she would have. She had tried calling Korra's phone and texting her in the past, just to leave her something to come back to, but the line had been long disconnected after Korra was sent to war. She thought about writing Korra a letter with the new number in it, and with everything that had happened.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Korra could be dead for all she knew, and there was no way in hell that Mako was going to fill that spot in her heart.

Not if she had anything to say about it.

"Him and Bolin aren't on speaking terms right now, either. Bolin is still pissed at him." Opal glanced at her tea in response to Asami's silence. "I'm sorry about what happened. We were supposed to be keeping an eye on you and we didn't."

"I'm not a child. I can handle myself."

"Are you sure about that?"

Asami winced, though she kept a firm expression on her face.

"Sorry. That was a little… harsh. We just – we told Mako to back off of you, and he got too buzzed to listen. I shouldn't have left you two alone."

"Opal, stop." She looked into her eyes. "Please."

She averted her gaze.

"It's just," Asami brought her focus back to the mug in her hands, "it's not helping. You weren't the one who kissed Mako because you thought he was Korra. You weren't the one who fucked up. I was. And I spend enough time thinking about it and hating myself over it without you trying to take the blame for my own fucked up actions."

Opal peered at Asami, worry in her eyes. She brought her attention back to her mug. "You're not the only one to blame, you know. Mako shouldn't have taken advantage of you."

Asami grew quiet once more. She closed her eyes and took a breath to force her memories away.

A silence fell between them that lasted minutes.

Opal took a sip of her tea.

"Opal?"

She raised a brow and lowered her cup.

Their eyes met.

"Do – do you think Korra will ever forgive me?"

"Will you ever forgive yourself?"

Asami frowned and stared at her mug again.

Opal sighed and pushed herself to her feet. "Are you going to work today?"

Asami shook her head. "I'm taking a day off today to work on my thesis."

Opal nodded. "Alright. I'll come by and check on you later, okay?"

"Sure."

Opal stared at Asami with sad eyes, wishing there was more she could do for her friend. She hesitated in the doorway before slipping out into the kitchen to return her mug. She rinsed it out and peeked in Asami's cabinets. They were nearly void of food.

I'll stop by the market and get her something to eat, Opal thought to herself, knowing full well that if she didn't, Asami wouldn't either, and she'd have nothing to eat for the day. She needs to get her strength.

Opal looked over her shoulder from the front door at the hallway leading to Asami's bedroom.

With a pain in her heart, she left.

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Asami was nose deep in a book when the rain started. It pounded against her windows, providing her with a symphony of noise while she worked. She had started her research after her tea grew cold. She took a shower beforehand to warm herself up, along with wake herself up. She put some food in Naga's bowl, though Naga simply ignored her as she had since the costume party. Asami was surprised the dog hadn't bitten her by now, to be honest; she could still remember Opal stopping her from attacking when she came home drunk that night.

Asami underlined something in her book and typed it into her laptop. Who would have thought it would be so hard to find out information about microorganisms for the reactor she was using in her experimentation. It hadn't been quite her ideal project, as she was hoping to get her degree in something more mechanical for the engineering field, but it was interesting, relevant, and therefore, it would do.

She was scratching her head with a pen when Naga started barking to a knock on her door. She heard her scamper across the hardwood to the front entrance and yelp excitedly.

Opal must be here, Asami noted as she reached for her mug of reheated tea. She always knocks before she comes in.

After several minutes of loud howling and scratching at the door, Asami grew concerned.

Why doesn't she just use the spare key to get in?

She sighed.

Fine. I'll get up and get the door.

Asami set her mug down and pushed herself to her feet. She stretched her back and tied her hair behind her head. She approached the entrance with a yawn and closed eyes, ignoring the jumping Naga at her feet.

When she pulled the door open and her lids separated, her heart plummeted into the ground.

Her hands flew up to her mouth. Her jaw was dropped. She couldn't believe her now-watery sight.

"K – Korra?"

Korra stood before her, right arm in a sling, a small crutch under her left. Her hair was loose. It cascaded down her grey uniform. There was a bag on her back, the same one that she had taken with her when she went away to war.

There was a gentle smile on her face and a bouquet of roses in her hand.

Kormarters.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Asami was in complete shock. She couldn't even find her vocal chords to make words. All she could do was gasp and cry and wonder if this was all a sick dream that she would wake up from, hunched over onto her work desk from an exhausted snooze.

But this wasn't a dream. It couldn't be. Not with how irritated Naga was behind her, as Asami blocked the small doorway in its entirety. Not with how real the rain felt as it dripped off the roof onto the ground.

Not with Korra in front of her, alive in front of her.

Korra moved the flowers out of the way before Asami could crush them.

Asami collapsed into her and wrapped her arms around Korra's torso.

Korra winced but took the pain. It didn't matter right now.

She was happy.

She was home.

She wrapped her good arm around Asami and rubbed her back with the flowers in hand. Tears fell down her rain-laced cheeks.

They remained like this for several minutes with Naga angrily pawing at Asami's back.

Asami ignored it. She felt warmth inside of her again.

Warmth and horrible guilt.

"I missed you so much, Asami," Korra whispered, not wanting to let go of her girlfriend despite the rain that seeped down her neck. "I missed you so much."

Asami muttered back to her. "I missed you, too." She departed and framed Korra's jaw with her hands. "You're getting wet. Come inside."

Korra simply smiled and followed her.

The moment Naga had an opening, she went for it and nearly tackled Korra to the ground.

Asami helped keep her steady, still in a bit of shock herself.

"Ahhh – easy, Naga. Easy, girl." Korra struggled to her knees and wrapped her arm around her dog. "I missed you, too, girl."

Naga barked and licked her cheek.

Asami was sure her tail was going to fall off with how much it was wagging. All she could do was grin; it had been too long since she had seen Naga this happy.

Almost two years, to be precise.

Asami meandered to the door and shut it while Korra and Naga continued to hug. She knelt down next to Korra and put a hand on her shoulder.

She was met with a deep growl and a loud bark.

"Hey, hey, easy, Naga. Be nice." Korra reprimanded. "Be nice to Asami. I know you missed me, but she missed me, too. You both can share."

Naga was not satisfied with this answer. She snapped at Asami.

"Hey!" Korra retorted. "No, Naga. No."

She whimpered and glared at Asami.

Asami's expression weakened. She knew why Naga was acting so defensive, and it wasn't because she had to 'share'.

Asami had betrayed Korra, and Naga knew all about it.

"You be nice to Asami." She gritted her teeth with her stern words and struggled back to her feet. "She took care of you while I was gone, so you be nice to her."

Naga huffed and pouted to her bed.

Korra frowned. "I haven't seen her like this in a long time." She turned to Asami. "I think she's just excited to see me." She smiled and offered Asami the Kormarters. "I got these for you."

"They're beautiful, Korra." She took them in her hands and inhaled their scent. It had been ages since she went to the Gardens. "How did you get these?"

She had a sheepish look on her face. "The same greenhouse I got your flowers from before down near Kyoshi. The army gave me a small stipend to get home once I woke up, so I used some of it to get you those."

Asami scurried to the cabinet nearby to grab a vase. She plopped the roses in but froze to Korra's reply. "Wait, what do you mean 'woke up'?" She placed the Kormarters on the coffee table before approaching Korra.

Korra looked away. "I, uh, just woke up a few days ago."

Asami's hands found Korra's shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"I've –" She tried to glance into Asami's eyes but couldn't. "I've been in a coma the past few weeks from the explosion."

Asami gasped. Her hands flew up to her chest in disbelief. "So – so you were in the blast I saw on TV?"

Korra raised her brow and met Asami's peridots. "You saw that?"

She nodded. "It was all over the news and – Korra, you're shaking." Asami placed her palms on her shoulders and ushered her to the couch. "Come on, sit down. You're hurt. And let me take your bag."

Korra lowered herself onto the couch slowly with several winces as she did so. She slid her bag off with her free hand and allowed Asami to set it on the floor. "I'm sorry for just popping up. I told Tuzi to call you if anything happened to me during the battle, but he said he kept getting a disconnected line whenever he called."

"Korra, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. You're – you're here. You're actually here. It's not a dream. You're not dead." She wrapped her arms around Korra's torso again and cried. "You're not dead."

Korra held her with her free arm and closed her eyes. "I'm not dead. I'm here," she whispered. "I'm here."

"What happened," Asami asked when they departed. She held Korra's shoulders and looked into her eyes.

Korra wiped her tears away with her left thumb. "I was in the battle, Asami. I was there when the bomb went off." She averted her eyes to the floor but kept her hand on Asami's cheek. "The blast sent me right through the building, through at least two walls. Knocked me out for weeks. When I woke up, the medics weren't even sure how I was alive. They didn't find me right away. They said I lost a lot of blood, and a few of my ribs were broken. My hip was injured, and so was my shoulder. They said the rest was good for me because they were able to set everything, but they also said my body got weak, hence why I've got these stupid things," she lifted her arms to showcase her crutch and sling. "They said I should wear them for a while, but they never said for how long. I'm supposed to see a physical therapist or something." She rubbed her right shoulder after a painful twinge hit it from the movement prior. "They told me I should stay with them in the bay to heal, but once I woke up, I told them I wanted to go home, to see you." She met her peridots with a smile on her face. Korra brushed Asami's cheek with her thumb. "I took the first flight I could once they cleared me for travel. And now I'm here. With you."

Korra inched closer as she slid her hand into Asami's hair. She closed her eyes and whispered. "I'm finally home."

Before their lips could touch, Asami pulled away. She put her back to Korra and held her elbows.

She frowned. "Asami, what's wrong?"

"I – I can't – I have to tell you something, Korra." She lowered her head, hating herself for what she was about to do.

But the guilt was melting her inside. Korra had struggled and fought, had come out of a coma and come all the way back to her, just as she had promised.

Asami had not kept her promise, though, and she couldn't bear not telling Korra the truth; after almost two years at war, she deserved that much.

Korra's heart raced in her chest. "What do you have to tell me?"

Asami faced her but avoided her oceans. "You know that I love you, right? I love you with all of my heart?"

"Of course I do. And I love you, too." She inched closer and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around Asami's instead of her left.

Asami glanced down at the skin on Korra's hand, noting the new scars on her knuckles. She stared at their fingers as she replied. "I made a mistake. I made a terrible, horrible mistake."

Korra's stomach turned. Her heart plummeted. Some of the color left her face. "Wha – what do you mean?"

Asami could not hold back her tears. They streamed down her cheeks in what felt like rivers.

"Asami?" Korra reached for her but Asami rejected it.

"I don't deserve it, Korra. I don't deserve you."

"Asami, don't say that –"

"It's true. It's fucking true." She pulled her hands away and covered her face.

She reached out for her. "Asami –"

"Korra, I cheated on you."

Her hand froze in midair. Shock filled her entire body. It felt like a knife had just dove into her heart. "Wh – wh – what do you mean?"

"I'm an idiot, Korra. I'm a fucking idiot. I was missing you so much and I felt so empty and I went to a party that Bolin was throwing and I got drunk even though I never meant to and I – I – I made out with someone."

Korra couldn't move. Her insides twisted.

She had survived her classes and her training.

She had survived assaulting that douchebag that tried to rape Asami.

She had survived getting sent to war.

She had survived dealing with assholes like Gankona.

She had survived Kitsune's treachery.

She had survived a fucking chemical explosion.

And none of these had broken her the way this had.

This. This. This fucking shattered every piece of her. Every last stitched together, glued and taped up piece of her.

Asami had cheated on her.

The woman she was madly in love with.

The woman she constantly thought about.

The woman that got her through the war.

While she was risking her life and getting shot and nearly killed, Asami was here, kissing someone else. Giving someone else her love.

Korra's love.

The heartbreak was evident on her contorted face, in her shaking hands, in the tears that poured from her eyes, in her inability to find words.

"Korra, I'm so so sorry. I never meant to kiss someone else. I was so drunk and lonely and I – I thought it was you. I'm so sorry, Korra." Asami reached out for her.

Korra jerked away and off the couch, knocking over the vase in the process.

It shattered into pieces on the floor and spilled the roses onto the hardwood.

"Y – Y – You – you cheated on me?" Korra was shaking as she staggered to her feet. Her crutch was too far away to support her. She backed up towards the front door in a limp. "You – you kissed someone else?"

"It was an accident, Korra. I'm so sorry. I was drunk and –"

"You kissed someone else." It was more of a statement this time around. She was gathering control of her vocal chords.

She was also starting to see red.

"Korra, I –"

"You kissed someone else. You kissed someone else. While I was gone, at war, against my will, you fucking kissed someone else?"

Asami glanced up at Korra with watery eyes, fear in her heart. "Korra –"

"Who? Who fucking was it?!"

"It – it was Mako. Bolin's brother."

"Mako? Fucking Mako? You kissed motherfucking Mako?" Korra ran both of her hands through her hair, wincing as she did so from the pain in her right shoulder. "Fucking Mako!" She lowered her arms from the pain. Everything hurt inside. "I – I have been putting my fucking ass on the line for you! For fucking everyone!" Her hands balled into fists. "I have been getting shot at and – and almost killed and I got the shit beaten out of me and I've – I've seen people die, right in front of my eyes, and I was almost blown up to death and you're here, k – kissing someone else? Kissing fucking Mako!?"

Korra couldn't stop shaking. She took another step back as her heart continued to shatter.

"Korra –"

"No, no, you don't – you – I – I can't believe you." Her tears worsened. "You – you fucking kissed Mako. You made out with him." She almost collapsed from her own weight and sadness.

Asami rushed to her side to help her stand up.

"Don't fucking touch me," Korra pulled herself away, but not without a wince from doing so. She held her damaged ribs and limped closer to the door. "You – you fucking cheated on me. After everything I've been through? After everything we've been through? How – how could you do this?"

"I'm so sorry, Korra. It was an accident, a mistake." She sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

There was a loud ringing in Korra's ears. Her whole world felt like it was toppling over. "You – you were my strength, Asami. My hope. My life. You were my fucking everything!" She hollered at the top of her lungs, forcing Asami to flinch. "You – you were – my – love –" She couldn't stand to be there anymore. She felt like she was going to be sick. Her heart was no longer in her body. Her stomach was tumultuous. The tears wouldn't stop.

Korra rushed for the door and ripped it open. She tried to run down the stairs but her body couldn't take it. She tumbled down and landed right on her damaged hip. Her sling ripped apart and fell to the wet cement. Korra let out a scream of pain.

Asami rushed after her but stopped at her doorstep when Naga sprinted by her.

"Korra –"

"Don't touch me! Don't you fucking touch me!" She growled, much like her dog beside her.

Before she knew it, she was on her feet and running far, far away from the place she had been looking forward to returning to the past almost two years, from the person who she was madly in love with, who she missed so much, who had kept her together throughout her darkest times in the war.

The person who had cheated on her, who had smashed her heart to pieces.

"Korra!" Asami called to her and ran down to the sidewalk.

Korra continued to sprint away, fast even with her damaged body.

Naga followed Korra, barking as she did so.

Asami watched on – unable to take another step – until she couldn't see Korra in the dark rain anymore. Her knees weakened. She collapsed and sobbed, her heart shattering into a thousand pieces – even moreso than it was before. She hunched into a heap as she wept.

"I'm so sorry, Korra. I'm so sorry."

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