OH GOD WHY
So I heard everybody hates to see Bolin die. I guess Korra dying ain’t so bad.. *gasp* what am I saying???
Goin on a short hiatus guize, after that imma draw the prompts from the ask box. sit tyt!
NO NO NO FUCK WHO WOULD DO THIS.
He was desperate. Korra’s eyes seemed to continuously drift closed and her breathing was growing more and more shallow with every passing minute.
He pressed another scrap of cloth to her wound, wincing himself as she writhed in pain.
“Hang on!” He called to her when she squeezed her eyes closed again. She was growing pale. “Bo’s gonna find us help!”
“It’s okay, Mako…” She murmured, her voice weak. But it wasn’t okay. It couldn’t be okay. Korra was dying and he couldn’t do anything to help her. All the could do was curse out the Equalists who dared to attack her- him, actually. She had only jumped into the fray when he was in danger so it was all his fault. “I’ve done my job.”
“Korra, don’t say that!” He choked back a sob, pressing the makeshift bandage down harder as if willing the injury to close. “Remember? I still owe you a drink. I still have to buy you a ton of roses. Take you out to dinner, to places you haven’t been…”
This was the girl he loved, fading to nothing right in front of him. And he couldn’t save her.
A memory came, quick and vivid. A time where Korra gave him the opportunity to choose- a time where he made the wrong decision.
“I-I-” He croaked, the tremors becoming more violent as it occurred to him that he could quite possibly be witnessing Avatar Korra’s final moments. Her eyelids fluttered once more and he pressed on. “You and I, I think we were meant for each other-“
“Hey,” She laughed bitterly, the sound harsh to his ringing ears. “I said that ages ago… You still remember…?”
WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.