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Mako's POV

It was late at night when I heard someone knocking on my door. I sleepily sat up in bed before glancing at my clock: 3:19am. I groaned before slumping back into bed. The knocking got louder and I growled, putting the pillow over my head, trying to block it out. It didn't work. I sighed and got up, wondering who in the name of the Spirits could it be at this hour. I opened the door and found Korra standing outside my door, wearing shorts and a t-shirt that were completely soaked. I raised a brow and she hiccuped. She reeked of alcohol.

"Hey Mako," she slurred, giggling a little. The sound was odd coming from her. I hadn't heard it in almost five years. "Sorry it's a little…uh late but…I uh can't swim like this. And believe me, I tried…"

I shook my head at this. "Korra, what were you thinking trying to swim drunk?" I said, making a move to pull her inside. She shook her head and hugged herself, biting her lip. I tilted my head to the side. What was wrong with her? "Do you want to come in?"

Korra nodded and made her way inside only to trip. I caught her before she fell to the floor and picked her up bridal style before taking her to my room.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I was with Ollie," she began, tapping my chest and furrowing her brow. "I-I didn't like being there with him. He's different, just like I'm different."

I frowned. "Korra, everyone's different. Now let me get you some warm clothes," I began, standing up.

"No, no, no," my ex-teammate cried. "I don't-I don't want to be alone."

I turned back and sat next to her. "Why don't you want to be alone?"

She started to take quick breaths, as if finding it difficult to breathe. "I'm scared," Korra finally whispered. "I've been scared since I came to Republic City. I've been scared this whole time."

"Of Amon?"

Korra nodded her head. "It's him…and…it's me."

My frown deepened. "Why you?"

"Of what I'm turning into," she said quietly. "I am becoming this person that no one can control, not even me." She paused. "Ollie kissed me and I-I wanted to kiss him back, to mean it, but…I couldn't."

"Did he force you to do anything?" I asked, slightly infuriated. I had never been a fan of the multi-billionaire.

"No," she answered. "He knows better than to mess with me but…when I was kissing him it didn't feel right… It didn't…it didn't feel like when you and I kissed."

I blinked several times at this. "You did remember."

Korra bit her lip and nodded. "I didn't want to," she admitted. "I wanted to forget it, to forget you. But while I was in that prison…that's all I thought about: you. I thought about how much you would hate me and how you'd have every right to because Bolin would be alive if it wasn't for me."

"No, don't-"

"Do you what it feels like to have this unbearable pain in your chest, this feeling you have when you want to tell everyone how you feel but you can't because all you do is hurt them?" Korra asked. I felt a knot in my throat at this. "I'm drunk because Ive had enough. I tried to swim and I almost drowned but I have the damn luck that something or someone always saves me when I'm about to die. I don't even have the decency or luxury of taking my own life." The last part was said with drunken bitterness. And I had to wonder how many times she had attempted to end it all.

"Korra, don't talk like that," I told her gently.

"I can't take this pain anymore," she continued. "Everyday it just grows and grows and nothing stops it. I want the feeling to stop. Please make it stop."

With that she started to break down, tears fell from her eyes and her body shook with suppressed sobs. I pulled her toward me, soothingly rubbing her arm, asking her to relax, telling her everything was fine. "Why didn't you tell me you felt like this?"

"I didn't want anyone to know," the ex-bender admitted quietly. "I'm only saying this because I'm drunk."

I couldn't help but chuckling a little. "I like how you know you're drunk yet you're telling me all this."

"Probably won't remember this in the morning."

"Probably not," I answered, pulling away. She let out a whimper at this. "I'm going to get you some clothes."

Korra nodded and I gave her some time to change. When I entered the room she was on the bed curled up into a ball. I covered her up and made a move to leave but she stopped me.

"Stay, please," Korra mumbled already half asleep. "I have nightmares…about…how they died. They play in my head every night."

"Yeah, I'll stay," I answered laying down next to her. I already knew who 'they' were. She was referring to my brother and Aiden, the cell mate she'd had. "Go to sleep," I said. "I'll be right here."

Her eye lids drooped tiredly before closing completely. Once I made sure she was asleep I called Zuko, telling him I wouldn't be able to go in for training and then returned to my spot next to her.

I didn't know why Korra had gotten drunk. It had been so long…but I knew that the overwhelming emotions she felt, the ones she kept to herself were gnawing at her, and one day they were going to get loose.

Korra's POV

I let out a soft groan as I opened my eyes. I frowned when I noticed a very familiar Firebender laying down next to me, a calm expression across his face. I slowly and quietly sat up placing a hand against my throbbing skull. Great, just what I needed, a hangover.

What happened yesterday?

I remembered Ollie kissing me, going to the bar, jumping off the docks and then…nothing. I rubbed my face with the palm of my hands before getting up and grabbing the clothes Ollie had given me.

I wrote a quick note to Mako, thanking him for letting me crash at his place and then went to the training grounds where I assumed Howl would be waiting for me. I let out a groan at this.

He was going to kill me.

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