MAKORRA: This One3

Fear.

That was all she felt as she stood in front of the tall, white building. The glassy windows blinded her with ease and intimidation. She had never felt fear like this before.

She took in a deep breath and griped onto his scarf before finally walking into her personal hell.

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"You can sit over there and fill this out. A nurse will be out to get you real soon." A very cheerful, young nurse said to her as she pointed over to a space with empty seats.

Why are they always so cheery? This place is hell, not heaven. She thought as she walked over to the empty seat to fill out the form that she has seen many other times.

She eyes the form and remembers all the times that she has filled it out.

The first time, he filled it out for her. They were both very happy and excited to be at the clean and impressing building. After that, their excitement and happiness shrunk and changed to concern and worry. Her confidence was up high on a thin and delicate tight rope and was about to fall and his concern for her wellbeing grew three times in size with every time he looked at her dead eyes.

They pictured their marriage differently that what it turned out to be. They imagined a happy one, with little feet running around everywhere.

As she continued to fill out the form with ease one of the questions made her cringe at the memories it caused. The question made a little crack on her self-supporting wall, but she was still able to go on without the need of him by her side. But, one certain voice caused an earthquake in her emotions, putting dozens of cracks on her wall.

"Korra, is that you? Oh my, it's been so long." The voice said.

She looked up a saw a woman from her past that she wished had never arrived in it. The woman had long, wavy, black hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing the same purple eye shadow and red lipstick that she had years ago. The woman also had you usual concerned and kind smile on her face.

She hated to see that smile. She never really fully liked this woman because of what happened in the past. But, she put on a brave, small smile and greeted her anyway.

"Oh, um, hey Asami, how have you been?" She said with a small wave of her hand that was holding the pen she was writing with.

Asami took a seat by her, making her wall crack even more.

"Everything's been great, how about you?" Asami asked as she leaned on her clipboard of identical questions that she had in her lap.
"Fine." She replied in a small voice. "What brings you here?" She didn't really want to talk to Asami, but she didn't want her true feeling about the beautiful woman to appear on her shoulders.

"I'm just here for a normal check-up and maybe a test. Iroh and I think I might be pregnant." Asami said as she brushed her wavy locks behind her shoulders.
She looked at her from the corner of her eyes and gripped on tight to his red scarf. "Your first?"
Asami shook her head. "No, I had a little boy two years ago after I got married."

A huge crack was made all along her self-supporting wall.

"Oh, that's good." She replied and faked a smile.

Asami smiled at her and then noticed the firry fabric that was tied around her neck and gripped tightly in her hand.

"Hey, this is Mako's right? I'm surprised to see him not wearing it. He told me after our first date that it was his father's and it made him feel safe. He must be really worried about you being alone to let you wear it. That's so sweet." Asami said with a smile.

Her wall shattered.

What? He told her after their first date.

She felt like she going to break down and crumble into dust, when finally her savior came to sweep her away.

"Korra, your doctor is ready to see you now." A nurse said as she stepped out from behind a door leading to the examination rooms.

She instantly sat up and said her good-byes to Asami and walked past the doorway. As the door closed the nurse began to guide her toward her doctor's office.

"Um, can I use your phone real quick please?" She asked before following the middle-aged nurse.
"Sure thing sweetie, it's just around that corner and in the window." The nurse said as she pointed down a small hallway.

She walked down the said hallway and came up to the check-out window that the nurse told her about and picked up the phone. She quietly dialed the phone. While she was listening to ringing on the other end, she grabbed his scarf and stared at it. Then, without moving the phone away from her ear, she took the firry fabric off and placed it on the counter, away from her.

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"So how is Korra been doing? Better I hope." A man with dark, brown hair and bright, green eyes asked him as he taped up a big box labeled 'Closet'.
"No, I think she's gotten worse Bo." He said in a worried tone as he placed so plates into a box labeled 'Kitchen'.
"Don't worry Mako, I'm sure everything will be ok. I have a good feeling about this time." His brother said with two thumbs up and a big smile.

He let out a small laugh. "If Korra was here she would tell you that you sound like her doctor."
"Well I'm serious, something about this one gives me a good vibe. I have a feeling that I'm going to be an uncle this time." His brother said with a smile.

He gave him a small smile, happy to see his brother still being so innocent, even at his age.

A loud ringing noise rang through his brother's almost empty apartment.

"Can you get that bro? I'm going to take this out to the truck." His brother said as he picked up the box that he taped up and began to walk out of the room.

He then walked over to the ringing home phone and picked it up from the receiver.

"Hello?" He said into the phone.
"Mako? Um, can I talk to Bolin please?" She said on the other end of the phone.

"Korra? Why, is everything ok?" He asked with worry covering his tone.
"Just give the phone to Bolin, Mako." She ordered on the other end.

He stood there with confusion masking his face.

"Tell me why, and I will." He said after his brief moment of confusion.
"Mako, I just really don't want to talk you right now! Now get Bolin on the line!" She shouted on the other end.

He jumped from hearing her anger and was confused on what he could've done to upset the woman he loved.

"O-Ok." He said in a shaky tone. He then laid the phone on the small table, that it's home rested on, and stared down at the now quiet phone.

What did I do to make her so mad?

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