A/N: I am SOOO sorry.
Song: Witness - Daughtry: for stronger effect, and for feeling how I was feeling while writing this, go to youtube, and listen to this song while reading.
She sat on her bed, her back hunched over as she stared at the pictures laid out on her mattress. Her greatest memories. The six months that seemed to go by so fast, but that she would never forget. Her heart ached as she looked over the printings. Her and Mako in the cutouts at the festival; them on their first date; her teaching him how to ride Naga; her, Mako and Bolin finding their new apartment. She picked up one of them and stared at it, tears slowly coming to her eyes. It was her and Mako facing each other on the private beach on the Temple Island, Mako had wrapped half his scarf around her neck and half around his, binding them close together. Their foreheads were touching and a huge smile was plasted on the Avatars face, her eyes having the small crinkles on the side, something she only got when she was truly happy. Mako was staring at her, a small grin on his face, his eyes holding a lot of love.
Something broke in her chest and the tears flowed harder, a choking sob erupting from her throat. She clutched the photo to her chest, her fingers holding onto it with a desperation, trying to make it a part of her, trying to remember the happiness, but all she could feel right now was emptiness. The dark sadness that seemed to engulf her entire being.
She didn’t want to be disturbed, but when she saw the door open to reveal Tenzin, she couldn’t stop but cry harder. He closed the door and moved to the bed, taking her in his arms when she threw herself at him, her face buried in his clothes, her tears staining the fabric. His hand moved over her back slowly, and he was silent.
She crumpled into him, the image still captured in her hands, and she felt her heart breaking into shards. She felt the piercing stab in her chest, the ache in her stomach, the loss of him beside her. It had been that way for weeks, and she still hadn’t gotten over it. The need to touch his face, to tell him everything would be alright… but she couldn’t. She never could. Not anymore.
She choked out another noise and slowly her grasp on Tenzin weakened until she was a hopeless wreck just laying into him, no strength, no need to continue in the day. She missed his face, the way he smelled, the bright gleam in his eye when he saw her, the way his crooked smile would appear when she said something funny. He was too young, he was too young. She could still see the weakness in his eyes when she had arrived to see him over by the pro bending arena, his body lying in the dirt, his face tattered, his scarf ripped. She remembered all the red, the red was everywhere, and eventually it became all over her too. She remembered gripping him tightly, his hand on her cheek, his eyes getting a last glance at her as she slowly saw the light wither away in him until all his weight was placed in her lap.
Bolin and Asami were there too, their faces splotched from crying. She remembered him prying her away from the firebender, her screams echoed down the city, her flailing trying to be contained by his brother and the heiress. She had clutched at them both, her mocha hands turning a burning white as she desperately clung to their jackets. Her tears had broke when she reached him, but when she watched them pick his lifeless body up and put him on carrier, she lost it. She had ripped away from them, sprinting to him before grabbing his hand in hers, tugging at it. Begging him to come back to her, her tears blurring her vision, his face morphing. She had yelled at him, slapping his cheeks and calling his name, as saltwater showered over him. But he never spoke. His eyes didn’t move, his chest didn’t rise. There was nothing left, except a hollow body.
Eventually Asami and Bolin went to her again, holding her back while they lifted the carrier into the back of a truck. She continued to cry and scream before her legs buckled and she crumpled to the ground, her friends following her, all three of them huddled in the dirt, surrounded by darkness and the thick emotion of tragic loss.
Pulling out of her memories, Korra pulled away from Tenzin, her eyes swollen and puffy as she looked down at the photo in her palms. As she blinked, she watched a glistened drop fall from her eye, landing directly on the boys face.
She would always remember him, he was still there in her heart, the strong thump healthy, and very alive.