Title: Not Enough
Word Count: 356
Summary: [It's like a knife in his chest. "I'm sorry, Mako." | Mako. Korra. Makorra.]
Rating: K+
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prompt· it wasn't enough
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The room is all but dark; blackness seeps through the walls and clouds his vision. He turns, looking across the room to a single beam of light cast out through a crack in the door. He can see a shadow move past and the door opens briefly, filling the room with light for nothing more than a second before vanishing altogether. He stares forward, his gaze hardening.
Silence. And darkness.
"Why won't you tell me?" he finally says into the blackness. The darkness sighs and Mako can hear the thump of a back hitting the door, the sound of fabric sliding down its wooden shell, stopping at the base, resting on the floor. Another sigh.
"There's nothing to tell you." She says and her voice cuts through the void like a sharp knife; stinging, driving into his chest and cutting through to his heart. He squeezes his hands, bent into fists, the sound of his gloves creaking between his fingers.
"That's a lie and you know it." He says, trying to keep calm. He breathes once, then twice before looking toward floor. "Tell me."
"I can't-" her voice breaks and he can picture her hand going to her forehead, rubbing on her temples. "I-"
She stops.
Silence.
"Was it something I did?" he asks.
"No."
"Was it something I didn't?" he asks, the words rushed. "Was it not enough?"
"No, Mako." She says, and she goes silent. Mako thinks she might be crying, or trying not to, but he can't really tell. He can't tell anything with her anymore. "This has nothing to do with you."
"Then why are you doing this?" he asks, stepping forward, edging his way toward the door, to her. He crouches down and holds his hands out until he feels the skin of her shoulders and he realizes that she's shaking. Then he feels her hands touching his, gentle and a bit timid. She squeezes them, leans into his chest and he puts his arms around her back, holding her tight.
Her voice breaks over the darkness like a ghost. A phantom.
"I'm sorry, Mako." She whispers, breathing into his shirt. "It's over."
:Fin:
Well take that as you will, I was doing a prompt with a friend, so I don't really know for sure what is doing on here. So there probably won't be a continuation, sequel, prequel whatever – this is just for some practice. If I think of an explanation for this I might write another, but for now it's a slim chance.