Chapter Text
Republic City, 9:57 pm
Korra had just arrived in Republic City for the first time in what felt like forever. She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread and pressure. After all these years of being the Avatar, after being there for her community and her people- she had disappeared. Maybe if she were to talk to Aang, see how he dealt with the pressure of being the Avatar after the world hadn’t seen him in one hundred years.
If it was possible for her to even connect with any of the past Avatars.
Korra tries to to think about that too much. Not because it’s a touchy subject, but because it’s the past. And the past is the past…right?
But if the past really is so irrelevant, everything would be fine. Everything would be going great. Korra wouldn’t be laying in bed, thinking of Asami.
Asami.
Korra wonders if Asami ever thinks about her. Sure, she was the person who sent the most letters, who ended each letter she sent with a kiss, as if she had freshly applied lipstick and kissed the paper. But that’s just Asami.
Pushing the thoughts of Asami away from her main focus, Korra tries to take a few deep breaths. Key word, is try. Of course, it’s not that easy. Korra’s mind keeps wandering about, overthinking about every single detail and nightmare she’s ever had.