“...What?” Asami asked, believing that she must have misheard Korra. Asami blinked and kept her hands on the Avatar 's shoulders. “My nightmare Asami, it was about you or, more specifically, losing you.” Korra muttered softly, while staring down at the wooden floor boards. Her voice noticeably cracked at the word “you”. Asami, once again, took Korra 's cheeks in her hands and gently lifted her head up so that her tear-filled gaze meet Asami 's eyes. Asami softly wiped away the tears threatening to fall from Korra 's eyes as she said, “Korra, tell me what your dream was about, please.” Korra grasped onto Asami 's wrists and shakily said “Alright, I 'll try and recall what I can.” Asami offered a small, sympathetic smile in response. …show more content…
She told her friend about how she was forced to watch, unable to do anything, as Zaheer and his Red Lotus brothers enchained Asami in the very same cave that the Avatar herself had been in not three weeks prior. She recalled that Asami had been forcefully stripped in a fashion similar to Korra, and how she had gazed at Korra, visually begging the young Avatar to save her – but Korra could not. Korra could do nothing but stare in absolute horror and fear as her best friend was slowly, sadistically injected with the Red Louts ' …show more content…
I couldn 't handle losing you. ...I have no idea what I would 've done if Zaheer and his poison had managed to kill you and I don 't even want to imagine the possibilities.” In response to this confession, Korra found it in herself to move forward and weakly wrap her arms around Asami 's neck. Asami enveloped Korra in a deep embrace and stated, “Korra, if you ever feel like giving up and... ending it, please think of how it would impact those who love you. It would shatter us all, your mom and dad especially. Also, I would never-” Just before Asami could finish her sentence, a familiar voice rumbled from the doorway. “Korra!” It was Tonraq who, after exclaiming his daughter 's name, had rushed into the room to kneel down next to her. Asami promptly, but softly, let Korra go as her father chose to check and assess his daughter for any injuries. “Dad, I 'm fine.” Korra said, with a slight hint of annoyance in her tone. Asami stood up and turned to face the doorway, letting Tonraq and Korra have as much privacy as she could offer. The CEO noticed that Senna, Tenzin, and Pema were standing in the doorway and, at that moment, she decided to go and get some
“Just weeping. I can still hear her weeping now sometimes. I know the exact sound of it, like a note you hear or a song that keeps spinning around in your head and you can’t forget it.”
She and Asagai have a conversation, Asagai admitting he is confused by her action.
... she thought apologetically of Nana that she could have given her away or thrown her in a ditch and sprint away, but she had not. Instead, she had endured the humiliation of bearing a harami, had formed her life around the unrewarding task of raising her and, in her own way, of adoring her. She wished she had been a better daughter to Nana.
“Oh Kalisha! It’s been so long!” the sister cried. Demetri could imagine the women hugging or clasping each other's hands.
My relationship with writing has been much like roller coaster.Some experiences I had no control over. Other experiences were more influential. Ultimately it wasn’t until I started reading not because I had to read but because I wanted to, that's when my relationship reached change. I would have probably never cared about writing as I do today if it weren't for the critics in my family. When I was a child, my aunts and uncles always been in competition with who's child is better in school. I have always hated reading and writing because of the pressure to prove my family wrong was overwhelming for me. I had to prove them wrong and show them that I was capable of being "smart" which according to them was getting straight A's in all your classes.
"Me too." She replied, tears still running down her face. For a few seconds they just stood there, accross the room from one another, staring at each other through the sparks and small fires. Then she started walking toward him, saying, "Oh what the hell, we're gonna die anyway."
“I woke up from the nightmares with a cold fear,” she said. “I came to a point where I didn’t want to die, but just wanted to be dead.”
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
"Aimee, I'm glad to see you're up and talking." she said walking to the side of Aimee’s bed, she turned to Becca. "How are you dear? I can only imagine how difficult this must have been for you."
“Tracy?” I sobbed and she whirled around, a single tear marring her perfect cheek. “Somehow… I feel like I'm searching for something, but I have no clue what it is.” I cried, face half buried.
The hold abruptly released, allowing my blood to stop pounding in my ears. He smiled crookedly, tears gathering at the edges of his eyes. “I can say it now, I’m already dead: all I ever wanted was to be you, Sumati
Kotozu gently pulled his sister along as they walked back to the Bear Clan's quarters together. Utica softly squeezed Kotozu's hand, feeling safe and secure with her brother by her side. Everything Utica had felt alone in her bed were gone, every negative emotion vanishing in a single instant. It was just like whenever people would crowd her and try to force her to talk. Kotozu would come to the rescue, grabbing her hand and whisking her away back to the safety and understanding of her clan.
Knocked down, face flat on the floor, she cried herself to sleep for the longest time. “This was an impossible chase. I can’t do this anymore,” she thought to herself.
“I guess it never crossed my mind that Death would read my story, let alone so many times… Why?” She looked at me intensely. You could see it in her eyes, she desperately wanted a response.
“No, that's quite alright. I know where I can find my sister, however, I would like to pardon you two for the day and the rest of the staff. Please inform the others that they may take leisure from their labors.” Neither Kai or Gerda could muster words of thanks, but the look on their faces was enough for the Queen.