KORRAS POV
I felt such anger fill my veins. It was a pulsating sense of devastation and betrayal. I couldn't believe my eyes, yet a part of me expected this.
"Hey!" I screamed aloud. His head snapped towards me quickly and it turned a paper white.
"Oh um, Korra..." He said nervously. He knew I saw, and he knew he couldn't cover it.
"Give me one reason, any one in this world, that I shouldn't bend your ass so far into the next year," I stayed harshly, staring into his eyes.
He couldn't come fathom a reason. I looked away, hurt.
"So this is how it is now?" I asked.
"Korra I-"
"No. I don't want to hear this, not now. You helped me feel wanted and respected when I first got here, but these, Mako, are your true colors, and I don't go well with them. Have fun with her...". I spat those words out and turned back to the boutique Asami forced me into. I felt hurt but I didn't feel heartbroken. In a way I was free, but I could still feel a sting where he used to kiss my cheek.
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The bell chimed when I bathed into the store. Asmai's eyes followed me closely.
"So?" She asked.
"Well you saw it didn't you? It over," I responded.
"I told you-" She began.
"Not now," I interrupted her.
"Men are trash Korra,". It was nice that she tried to help me reason myself back to a state of calmness.
"Yeah, I'm not turning back,".
And after 4 years I come back. To those of you who read my middle school tales, I salute you, and you are why I return. I'll be trying to update more and more. And as always, stay cool. If you guys want more, let me know please!!
