EXCUSE ME, WHAT DID I JUST MAKE.
Why would you even.
WHAT DID YOU DO?!
BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT ALSDKFJAF WHYY.
“Marry me, Korra.”
The fire in his eyes was genuine- pure and warm. He wanted to marry her. He loved her.
And his love was suffocating her. Everything was suddenly too warm, too close. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to feel?
After everything- everything they had been through- there was no doubt in her mind that she loved Mako. But, did he know what he was getting himself into? Did he know all the trouble she attracted? Did he know how dangerous she was?
She loved him- she loved him all too much. She loved him so much, she didn’t want him to go through the pain that marrying the Avatar would entail.
“I…” She forced out, fighting the instinct to just say yes and throw herself into his arms. She wanted to; the Spirits knew she wanted to, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t bear to hurt him.
Her hand flew to his, savoring one last touch. His warmth was there, but all she felt was a sort of bitter-sweet scalding that made her heart hurt more. “I can’t!”
She caught a glimpse of his face before she left and, for a brief moment, she wondered who really got burned by this unkempt flame of theirs.