Hey y’all I decided to try my hand at a one shot. First one shot I’ve published, because I’m shy. I drew some inspiration from objectivemistress ‘s latest story about Mako and the Korra statue.
It’s kind of similar except more angsty because I don’t know how to write happy stories. I also read a few head canons I can’t recall where from. Enjoy and please be gentle I don’t mean to rip off anybody the need to write something angsty about the new canon was too much to ignore (please don’t hate me…)
Mako walks towards the statue with a leisurely pase, kicking rocks with his feet as he goes. It’s been three years since she left. Since Korra, the all mighty Avatar, had disappeared from the world. It seems as though the years have been centuries, because not seeing or hearing from her has aged him decades. He was only 23 but he felt three times his age.
The cool late afternoon air was soothing as he continued on his way. He felt like he had a gigantic whole in his heart where Korra had been, and it was hard not to be dragged to the ground with the overwhelming sensation that his soulmate was no where to be found. He’s lost so many years, and so much time of a life he could have had. Men his age were looking for wives and starting to build their lives. But the idea of being with anyone else made him sick to his stomach, and he couldn’t love anybody like he loved Korra, it wasn’t fair to the girl or him.
When he heard she had vanished from the south pole, his first instinct was that she had been captured again by some member of the red lotus, but then he received the letter. Written in her handwriting, she had wrote it to myself, Bolin, and Asami, saying that she needed to find a purpose for her life, and she didn’t know when she was going to be back.
Korra had been more damaged then he realized. He always saw Korra as the headstrong, brash, tough, compassionate, beautiful girl who he didn’t deserve. She had fallen down plenty of times before, but she always got back up, no matter how bad it was. And the shock that set into Mako that she was seriously broken hurt him deeply. After Amon, Unalaq, Vatuu, and now Zaheer, four difficult adversaries, all telling her the Avatar, her very self, was no longer needed or wanted, obviously took its toll. She lost sight of who she was. She managed to get out of the fire but her burns were still there, causing her pain every time she moved. Her demons must have been too much for her, after all, he knew about his own demons, and it must be 10x worse for her. He should have been there, he should have gone with her to the South Pole regardless if she wanted him to or not. But at the same time he knew that if the Avatar wanted to go on a journey of enlightenment there wasn’t much he could do to stop it. He kicked a rock particularly hard in frustration and he heard a “clang”. He had arrived.
Every day he could, he would go and sit on a bench by her statue, and just gaze up at one of the only things he had left of her. His wallet with the picture of them was stolen by Kai, and even though it wasn’t really the embodiment of Korra, he had what he had.
He sat down on a bench and gazed up at the statue. Stiff and cold, she looked like a calm, cool, and collected hero, she looked like the statue of Avatar Aang out in Yue bay. It was strange to think about her that way. It made her seem like her story was over, it seemed like it was a memorial to the Avatar she was, not the Avatar she has grown into. It represented her before her struggles as the Avatar, not after.
Regardless, he sat there, like he usually did, and took a deep breath. These three years without her have been the loneliest of my life. I haven’t stopped loving her, and her presence is missed by Asami and Bolin almost as much. Bolin went to the metal clan to become a member of their elite benders, under Su. And Asami is making bigger technology break throughs that were never thought possible. Everyone is getting on with there lives, and I’m standing still. I’ve recently become a guard to the new Earth King, because I thought it would be good for a change of scenery. But all it’s done is remind me I’m running away from my pain.
I sit there for Agni knows how long, until the sun starts to slowly set behind the hills. I look up at the statue once more and breathe a whispered plea.
“Korra, wherever you are, I just want you to be happy and safe. Take as long as you need, and know that when you get back, I’ll be waiting…”
I get choked up, and I take a deep breathe to calm myself, a tear slipping down one cheeks. “Please Korra, please find your way back to me…”
I hear the rustling grass before I hear her soft voice behind me,
“I’m home, Mako.”