It's been two weeks since I've seen her, one week since I've heard from her, and five days and nights that she's plagued my thoughts, rendering me not only sleepless but also at ends with all I once knew and believed to be true.
Two weeks ago, she was off limits as the love of my life, and after she practically threw herself at me, I picked up all my belongings and moved out of the temple.
One week ago, Mako and Korra split amicably, for whatever reasons that neither will share but that both seemed to accept on good terms.
Five days ago Tenzin found me, frantically looking for Korra, unable to find her. We searched up and down Republic City and came up empty.
And now we're left waiting, wondering, hoping that everything is okay but nothing seems bright.
That is except for my burning desire to find her, my need that won't be quenched until I hear her voice, see her smile, feel her hair against my face.
So every day I search, and every night my mind wanders. I ask questions that cannot be answered, look for clues that do not exist. Each day I lose a little more of myself when I don't find her; she takes it from me, though I've always been hers. Until I find her, or hear from her, or see some sort of sign that she is okay, that she is alive, my mind will remain unrestrained, free to wander, to worry, and to grieve. And with each day that passes, each night I lose, I wish I could cry and collapse, rather than continue step after step, in search of something I'm not sure exists.