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July 27, 2013
After Amon was defeated, and Korra realized her true potential, only one girl remained to set things right - - her only audience being the stars above.
Silence seemed to breathe with the winter chill on the inside of the dark room. Stillness stretched from corner to corner, covering the walls with sheer contentment. Shivering, the young girl tugged on her fur blanket. She slowly sat up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, cradling her head in her palms. Whimpers welled up behind her painted lips, scratching at the small crease, fighting to escape into the air. Strands of black hair fell out of place, partly covering her pale face.
"I was a fool. A beautiful little fool."
She weakly stood to her feet, grabbing the wall, she pulled herself along. Trembling fingers reached for the window shutters, gently opening to let light flood the darkness. She closed her eyes and leaned against the sill.
"What did I do wrong? Did I say too much? Did I say too little?"
Her bony fingers clenched at the blanket tightly.
"Where did I slip up?"
Rarely did the girl let emotions get the best of her. She was strong, she wasn't daddy's helpless little girl. To cry was to be weak, pitiful. Take the cards given, and move on. But tonight was different. She shook violently, pressure building within her body as she resisted her emotions, careful not to let the stars see her break. The pale face turned dark rouge as she held her breath, cold sweat running down the back of her neck. Her hand firmly gripped the sill so she could keep her balance; her eyes bursted open, and tears flooded down her cheeks. She inhaled the frozen air and let out an excruciating cry.
Heaving and coughing, she turned away from the window and slid down the wall, the icy cement scraping her back. She pulled her legs close to her chest and put her head between them, hair curtaining around her stage, shielding her misery from the stars. Hot tears streamed from her bloodshot eyes, rolling down her neck to create a pool on the collar of her robes. She wept feverishly as her hands pulled on her head, desperately trying to ease the painful memories.
A familiar face continuously ran through her mind, smiling and laughing beneath a false blue sky. He stopped laughing and stared at her for a moment. His warm hand reached up and cupped her cheek, bringing her forehead towards his lips. He leaned against her and closed his eyes.
"I'm so sorry," He said.
"I'm sorry too, Mako." A tear fell to the ground.
"I never meant for it to end this way. When we met, I genuinely cared for you. I wanted to hold you, to protect you. I still do. You took the backseat, and I am so sorry, Asami."
She pulled away from his grasp, and hesitantly looked up towards his face. Her eyes stared deep into his gold ones; they flickered with a bright passion that was never meant for her.
"All I wanted was to feel what it is was like to be truly loved. I'm grateful you had given me the chance. I wasn't looking for a romance; I was looking for someone to care, for someone to finally listen to what I had to say instead of brushing me off when they have the time. I finally felt safe, secure. I needed you, and you were there." She looked away and ran her sleeve across her eye, smearing her makeup.
"You don't need me, Asami," Mako sighed. "You're strong enough to take on this world. You're going to do good, no, great things for everyone. Your future is so bright. You don't need me, you never needed me." He smiled and pulled her into an embrace. She fell into him, and buried her face into his shoulder.
"I would rather do amazing things, Mako," She muffled. Mako's laughter vibrated into her. She squeezed tighter, preserving the last hug he would give. Asami let go of him and took a step back, staring at the ground she took a deep breath. Her head lifted as she looked back up to his face. A small smile crept across her lips as she rocked back and forth upon her heels.
"Korra needs you now. It would be selfish of me to keep you here, now wouldn't it?" Her smile grew as he took her hand. He pulled her closer and softly kissed her cheek. Their hands slipped from each other's grasps, but before Asami could turn away, he pulled her back. Leaning in close, he put his lips to her ear.
"Thank you Asami. For everything." Mako released her hand, vanishing with a flash of light.
Asami sat where she stood, and laid herself across the floor. She felt the cool ground and smoothed it with her palm. Breathing steadily, she closed her eyes to listen to the silence. The wind blew softly through the open window, her hair casually fell over her shoulders. She opened her shimmering green eyes, and looked up towards the moon.
"Thank you, too." She closed her eyes again and inhaled in the chilly air, as the stars clapped from miles above.
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