MAKORRA: This One2

Sadness.

That was all she felt.

All alone in the full size bed that she shared with her husband, wondering if things would get better with the day to come.

The ringing of the invisible baby's cry kept echoing in her ears, mocking her. All she wanted to do was cry and then fall into a deep sleep, deeper than the one she had after her trauma. The door quietly opened, letting in wonders from the world behind it.

"So I was right. You haven't moved since I got up." He said as his footsteps told her that he was nearing where she lay.

The soft brushing of bare feet to carpet was barely audible, but she was still able to make it out from all the other noises she heard. The sounds of the city below their small, two bedroom apartment were flooding their bedroom with car horns, bird chirps, and the town's people. The noises were then all forced out of the small room when he went to close the square shaped, shutter window. The last bit of noise she heard was the small "click" of the shutter lock, then, nothing.

After a few seconds of silence, she felt the mattress sink a small bit from behind her.

"Come on Korra." He said as he caringly rubbed her back. "You can't let one little nightmare keep you in bed. You have to go to the doctor today, remember?"

She slowly rolled onto her side, still looking away from him. "I've had it before." She responded in a weak voice that made her sound so different to him. "Besides, the doctor will just tell me the same thing he has before. 'Everything looks great.' 'I have a good feeling about this one.' 'I can't wait for this one to come out.'" She then takes in a deep and shaky breath. "And then, the turnout is always the same; pain and blood. I always get my hopes up just to have them shattered in an instant."

He looks down at the tears that begin to form in her trembling, closed eyes, remembering how she would always tremble in his arms every time her chance of motherhood is taken away from her. He draws in a deep breath and slides down the bed to be beside her and then holds her in his warm embrace.

"I know it's tough. I know I will never fully understand what you are going through. But, I promise we'll get through this mess together. We always do." He said before placing a tender kiss on her chocolate colored waves.

The room was silent as the two lie still on their bed, neither of them willing to move. He never liked to hear her be so quiet. He loved to hear her laugh and be as loud as she wanted to be and show off her big goofy grin that he fell in love with. But now, she was broken and living in a type of state that he had wished to have never seen her in. No laughter. No loud and demanding volume. No goofy smile.

He then took in a deep breath. "If you want, I'll go with you to the doctor. You know, as moral support."
She weakly shook her head; the tips of her chocolate hair brushing against his chest. "You promised Bolin you help him move."

Her voice was weak and timid as she spoke. At the moment, he would do anything to get his love's old demanding and confidant tone, that he once argue with, back.

"Bo can ask someone else to help him. He would understand." He said, trying to nudge her onto his side of persuasion.
She once again weakly shook her head. "A promise is a promise." She said, trailing off at the end.
"Korra, I'm worried. At least let me walk you to the doctor, or at least get someone to take you and be with you." He was so worried for his love he was even willing to let a complete stranger look after her.
"Mako, I'll be fine." She rolled over onto her front some so that a good portion of her face was hidden in the cold, white pillow.

He stared down at her wavy, brown locks before feeling a light wetness hit his arm that was placed close by her cheek.

"If you were fine, you wouldn't be crying." He tightened his grip around her. "Please. Bo will understand if I don't come."
She shook her head with a little bit of more power than before. "No, I'll be fine by myself." She said with an obvious lying tone.

He didn't want to leave her in the state she was in, but he knew if he didn't they would just get in an argument, which was the last thing he wanted.

"Fine." He breathed out. He removed his arm from under her and sat up, then calmly walked over to his side of the bed. He sat back down and saw her eyes shut tight and with escape trails traced on her cheeks. He pushed back a few waves from her face and kissed one of the trails. "If you need me, please call. Don't torture yourself." He begged.

He then stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser he shared with her. Glancing back at her motionless body from time to time, he threw on his jacket and swiftly buttoned it up. Before walking out the door, he swung his bright, red scarf around his neck and looked back at her. She was just how he left her, curled up in a slight ball and her face somewhat hidden in the pillow. He looked down at his feet and took in a sad breath, which to him seemed to take him forever to take in.

He then walked over to the full sized bed and pulled her up and made her sit on the edge of the bed. Kneeling down in front of her, he took his scarf and wrapped it around her tanned neck. Her face still stained, she looked confused and half conscience.

"It's going to be cold, so please keep warm." He said as he finished tying the red fabric. He then met his gold with her blue and lightly kissed her forehead. "I love you." He said as he pressed his warm forehead to her's.

After a few seconds of peace he finally left her alone.

She lightly brushed the fiery fabric with her finger tips. She held it in her hands as if it was a precious and priceless artifact that was so delicate that it should never even be thought of being touched.

Something then struck her heard and she tightly grabbed the fabric with both hands and brought in to her face. Allowing her tears to stain was her love treasured most.

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