[A part of her really, seriously hates him when he walks away. Fucking selfish bastard. Leaving, no way for her to get in touch with him again until morning if she changes her mind, though of course he knows exactly where she is if he changes his. Stupid, selfish, no-good jerk. Korra closes the front door behind her and sinks to the floor, sobbing harder than she did that first night she spent alone in what had been Their Home.
She should be happy. So why does she feel three years of grief crushing her until she can't breathe?
Naga nuzzles her comfortingly, until Korra feels strong enough to pull herself to her feet and stumble into the shower, where she can hide her tears in the water. She doesn't bother getting dressed afterward, just collapses onto their futon which, somehow, still seems to smell like him. Where he could be right now if he hadn't decided to walk out that fucking door. Where he could have been for the past three years.]
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She should be happy. So why does she feel three years of grief crushing her until she can't breathe?
Naga nuzzles her comfortingly, until Korra feels strong enough to pull herself to her feet and stumble into the shower, where she can hide her tears in the water. She doesn't bother getting dressed afterward, just collapses onto their futon which, somehow, still seems to smell like him. Where he could be right now if he hadn't decided to walk out that fucking door. Where he could have been for the past three years.]