oh look i’m writing again 

The sound of boots crunching against the snow stopped and she paused, strands of hair blowing loosely around her face, her eyes dropping down towards the snow.

“I love you,” she said, taking Mako’s hands in her own, turning it over, squeezing his palm between her soft fingertips; she followed the lines of his coat up to his face and finally met his eyes. “But you have to go back to Republic City. Without me. For now.”

“Why?” he asked, pressing his palm on Korra’s cheek and brushing a snowflake off her nose with a quick flick of his thumb. 

“I just need some time alone,” she said simply; “I need to know myself again.”

He understood, or at least he thought he did. The sky was coloring the snow a rosy pink, and the white caps on the sea were bright with flecks of setting sun.

“Okay,” he said, grasping her hands now, holding them tightly; “okay.”

He didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to be without her anymore.

But the next morning he and Bolin boarded the steamship and left Korra standing on the shore, watching them glide past the curve of the sea, and they went back to the city and its concrete veins, pumped thick with muggy light and crashing sound. Mako folded his arms on the railing of the boat and let the sea air whip across his face, listening to Bolin play with Pabu. 

The heart of the city was broken: Arrhythmic and smoking, thumping out of the rubble of their pocket war. How long until they found the beat again?

Welp, looks like I have a fanfiction project. Only my attention span will tell how this one turns out.