She heard Sokka's message on the journal while she was at the convenience store, a sudden surprise in an otherwise muted day. She had no idea how to respond to it, so she didn't.
...Was this him? The real Sokka? The one she had never met? She swallowed, shut her journal, and tried to distract herself during the rest of her shift by stacking cans in the shape of animals. Even still, she ended up leaving early. Her mind kept drifting back to his message.
She wouldn't wait for him to find her, even if she didn't have even the slightest idea what she was going to say to him. She wasn't even sure she wanted to, she just knew she needed to.
Korra wanted to turn back. She really did. But she was already in front of his door, and a moment later, she knocked.
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...Was this him? The real Sokka? The one she had never met? She swallowed, shut her journal, and tried to distract herself during the rest of her shift by stacking cans in the shape of animals. Even still, she ended up leaving early. Her mind kept drifting back to his message.
She wouldn't wait for him to find her, even if she didn't have even the slightest idea what she was going to say to him. She wasn't even sure she wanted to, she just knew she needed to.
Korra wanted to turn back. She really did. But she was already in front of his door, and a moment later, she knocked.