The knock at the door came softly at first—almost hesitant. But when the sound repeated, firmer this time, you knew it wasn’t just the wind.

You pulled the door open, and there he stood. Bolin, with Pabu curled around his shoulders. His eyes, normally full of light and laughter, were now red as if he’d been crying for a while.

“I—I hope I’m not bothering you,” he said, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was holding a crumpled bouquet. Some were missing petals, and others were wilting as if they could feel his sadness.

“I really thought... I thought she felt the same way,” he murmured, his voice laced with quiet melancholy.

“Korra kissed him… she kissed Mako…” Bolin said, his voice quiet and cracking.