( words are like knives. the korra of an age ago would've tossed fire at his back and yelled, because that was how she dealt with guilt and sorrow. but. korra's been made aware of her flaws in the last few years. she's understanding to all her shortcomings, every which way she ruined the peace between them. she wonders if she'll ever be able to look at mako and not want to kiss him, not remember how good it feels to be with him, to love him - guiltless, uncomplicated, eternally.
it's not the life she has, now. everything is complicated. she knows she messed up. she watches the shrug of his shoulders disappear in the distance, and only when he's out of reach does she release the breath she was holding in, fingers racing sharply through her hair. this is the part where she runs away again, where she tries to figure out why she is the way she is, why she can never seen to do anything right. she can't put a world of distance between them now, but she can give him space, let him seethe and be angry and turn that anger - maybe into hate. she'd understand.
she just occupies her time somewhere isolated and lonely, feeling sorry for herself. she doesn't care about bending, anymore. she hurt mako, and that's all that matters. )
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it's not the life she has, now. everything is complicated. she knows she messed up. she watches the shrug of his shoulders disappear in the distance, and only when he's out of reach does she release the breath she was holding in, fingers racing sharply through her hair. this is the part where she runs away again, where she tries to figure out why she is the way she is, why she can never seen to do anything right. she can't put a world of distance between them now, but she can give him space, let him seethe and be angry and turn that anger - maybe into hate. she'd understand.
she just occupies her time somewhere isolated and lonely, feeling sorry for herself. she doesn't care about bending, anymore. she hurt mako, and that's all that matters. )