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riceccakes · 3 years

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this wasn't a request but i felt like writing some angst so here's a post breakup korrasami fic

its like super emo and im aware but we're gonna stick with it

Korra unlocked Asami’s apartment door for what she assumed would be the last time.

It was quiet; it was always quiet in Asami’s apartment. The only sound would be the ticking of a wall clock, whose loudness did not match its size. It was fairly small, barely eighteen centimeters, yet it rang, proudly professing each passing second, pleased with itself for fulfilling its purpose. Now, the small wall clock berated Korra, reminding her that as its hands moved, her and Asami moved further and further apart.

A single key, a single ring; Korra was returning what was no longer hers. Her own keys felt lighter, yet heavy at the same time. Korra knew that extra weight wasn’t from the keys, but she couldn’t bear to think of any other answer at the moment. A single key on a single ring rested between her thumb, pointer, and middle finger.

Korra kept her head down when she came in. She didn’t have to look up to know Asami was sitting at her kitchen table. That small wall clock kept ticking, pounding in Korra’s head. It had to be like a bandaid, she had to rip it off, she just needed to do this. In a deep breath, she walked over to the kitchen table and placed the key down.

Asami simply whispered, “Thank you.”

Korra nodded, finally looking at her. Arms crossed, face expressionless, she looked paler to Korra. Sun was pouring in but somehow the room looked dull. Korra brought her eyes toward a window, the illumination reminded her of the times her and Asami laid together on the settee, basking in the warm light from outside. She bit her cheek.

“Did you ever find my other sweater?” Korra asked, stuffing her shaking hands in her jean pockets.

Asami replied, “No.”

“Can I look for it?”

When the question wasn’t declined, Korra quickly walked to the bedroom. Walking through the door frame brought her back to the nights she stayed over, she almost got in bed. She stopped when she noticed the side she would sleep on was covered in pillows and extra blankets. She swallowed, shaking her head and going to the closet. She slid the door open, looking at hanging tops and folded pants, before resting her eyes on the now empty, built dresser. Korra remembered, it was a Tuesday, she was going to place her extra backpack of clothes in the back corner of the closet like she usually did, but instead found the drawers. Asami said she made it so Korra could leave some clothes in the apartment and not have to bring a bag every time she was going to stay over. It was a flattering gift, but Korra soon realized Asami may have had other ideas, since she’d come over sometimes and find Asami wearing her clothes. She wanted to be upset, solely for the fact that Asami didn’t ask, but the clothes looked better on her. Korra couldn’t be mad when her girlfriend looked so good.

Ex-girlfriend.

Korra shuffled around some clothes, making sure not to disturb the clean closet too much before opening the drawers. Dust was already collecting inside.

Asami’s voice came from the doorway, “I already told you, it’s not in there.”

Korra shut her eyes, biting her cheek again as she slammed the drawers shut. She didn’t intend to be so aggressive. Her jaw tightened as she stood for a moment before walking over to the bed. She crouched down and looked underneath.

On the ground, Korra could see Asami’s feet come closer to the bed. “You don’t think I looked under there?”

It felt hostile, like Asami was insulting her for such an inane act. Korra stood up and sighed, “I just want to find my sweater.”

“It’s just a sweater.”

Korra snapped, “And it’s mine!” She scratched her cheek, taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

Mine, yours, belonging, it was all messed up in Korra’s head now. They’d shared so much of themselves with each other, sometimes she couldn’t tell where she stopped and Asami started. But, she liked that, it was comforting; Korra reveled in the fact that someone wanted to know her, wanted all of her, unconditionally and wholly. A boost to her ego, a medal for her pride, she couldn’t deny that such a thing as too much didn’t exist. She just never thought there’d be a too much with Asami.

Asami held herself on the other side of the bed, “You can maybe check the coat closet? I didn’t look in there.”

Walking past her, a chill ran up Korra’s spine. Muscle memory so deeply wanted to graze Asami’s skin, a simple touch that let the girl know Korra was there and would continue to be there. It felt wrong not to, but it didn’t matter what Korra felt because what was done was done.

Bundled in the back corner of the coat closet was Korra’s sweater. It’d probably fallen off a hanger and was pushed aside whenever the vacuum was taken out and put back in. It smelled like old wood but Korra could still pick up on Asami’s perfume. She’d have to wash this sweater when she got home.

“Oh, good,” Asami sat back down at the kitchen table. “So, you’re going now?”

The wall clock was counting down. Obnoxious strikes hit Korra’s ears and she wasn’t sure what was worse: bearing the sound or bearing the knowledge that when she did leave, she wouldn’t come back.

One last time, Korra looked at Asami. She was always beautiful, but it was different now. That beauty wasn’t hers to appreciate anymore. Korra finally nodded, letting the final blow of the clock push her out the door.

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