disclaimer: i own everything. this is a very personal piece, but i would still appreciate constructive criticism.
notes: see bottom a.n.
dedication: to my training partner, and myself. and yes, i made bolin older for the sake of the piece, but it's AU. i can do what i want.

title: turning page
summary: i've waited a hundred years, but i'd wait a million more for you – of beginnings, and summer, and the end. AU modern borra just because.

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i've waited a hundred years –

but i'd wait a million more, for you.

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It's her last memory of him.

It's a beautiful memory, the edges stained golden with the light of halcyon days gone by. Its special, precious; a rare gem meant to be held close to the heart and never let go. It's like a secret, something you whisper to yourself at night when the world is against you and it feels like nothing will ever go right.

It is not tainted by the days where nothing made sense and his mood swings dragged her along on a roller coaster ride. It is not tainted by the tittering and whispers of the team; by the deliberate embarrassment and uncomfortable innuendos by the coach. It is not tainted by the oncoming shadows of fall and university, of a bedroom that used to hold two and now is half empty; of a car full of boxes that drives away along a quiet road. It is not tainted by what ifs and what could have beens. It is not tainted by the empty spot that will be beside her during distance sets; the loss of her closest friend and training partner.

It is laughter and warm sun baked skin. It is the gritty concrete below their feet, the smell of chlorine and the cold plastic pressed against their skin. It is laughter and falling out of tubes and mini-heart attacks as he makes sure she's okay at the bottom. Its water slides and cuts and floating on the lazy river. It's being dragged unwillingly under falling water but not really minding all that much because he's smiling and laughing and that makes the world seem a little bit brighter. It's fond exasperation and playful punches that quickly turn to laughter. Its quick smiles when no one's looking. It is quiet conversations at the top of the water slide, blushing cheeks, spikey hair and laughing green eyes.

Its summer, and the end, and the feel of a warm arm settled firmly around her shoulders that will stay with her long after he leaves.

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-your love is my turning page

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notes: i wrote this while listening to turning page by sleeping at last. this is a very personal piece to me, even though it is about bolin and korra, it is based off of a real experience to me a few days ago. i know what you're thinking – if it's so personal, why post it online where it can get slammed? well, because i would really appreciate constructive judgement on it, and because i couldn't keep it just to myself. it's like when you get so emotional you feel you will explode if you don't let it out and scream it to the world so everyone will know your pain.

one of my closest friends is going away to university this year – and i can guarantee he will never read this – and i really care strongly for him (i avoid the term love because i don't know if it's possible to love someone without actually dating them) and i am going to miss him soso much.

this is kind of a dedication to when we all went to a waterpark and me and him were together for most of the time. and he just reminds me of bolin sometimes, and while i am definitely no korra...it just felt fitting. and also i have been watching legend of korra videos all day... it's a dedication to all the moments we had and the ones we will have when he comes home.

but until then, it's just written words that make me cry and laugh at the same time.

-natrissabelladonis