I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things. 

--Amnesia, 5SOS

Margo

Nate Lyons' Point of view

My bags are packed, my passport is ready, and I am currently pacing back and forth across my spacious hotel room. I am wrecked with nerves. I heard her door close around 30 minutes ago and I check my wrist watch and see that our plane is going to leave in an hour and a half.

I am currently waiting for Margo, the first girl that I have ever fallen in love with to come to me. I met her four months ago in New York. She was drunk off her ass and was going to sleep on the sidewalk of Manhattan at 2 am.

I took her to my home because I couldn't just leave a drunk woman out in the streets—vulnerable to bad people.

She puked in my cereal, read my mind, and told me she was a werewolf.

I also happen to be a werewolf.

Let's just say she's quite an extraordinary woman.

And then she told me all about werewolves, packs, mates and the things she's been through. She told me how her mate broke her heart and I felt this overwhelming emotion of protectiveness for her.

Then I asked her to travel the world with me, in hopes to make her forget about her sorrows and her heartache and to show her that life is still beautiful despite the things she's been through.

It was a spur of the moment decision—but it changed my life.

I fell in love with her.

I confessed to her yesterday; I wasn't planning to but all plans of mine seems to fly out the window when it concerns her. The mate who broke her heart is here in the hotel we're staying at and I know she's talking to him right now.

My insecurity and doubt grows ten fold as minutes tick by and she still hasn't called. My vision starts to blur as the nervousness overwhelms me. I take a seat on the edge of the bed and take deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down.

She's the first werewolf I've met ever since I found out that werewolves actually existed. I don't feel so alone now that she's here. I don't feel like an abomination or a freak of nature—some kind of mutant human now that she's here.

I'm not alone anymore.

I've been so deep in thought that I didn't hear the footsteps echo right outside my door. A moment later, I hear a knock and with an inhuman speed, I rush towards the door and yank it open.

The sight that greets me lifts almost all of the weight I feel in my chest. Without any hesitation, I take a step forward and pull her into a tight hug. I hold her tightly against my body and she slowly winds her arms around my waist.

I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her intoxicating scent. She's here. She didn't leave.

"I thought you wouldn't come." I whisper against her hair and nuzzle my face in deeper. I tighten my hold on her body as waves of emotion runs through me, causing a lump to form in my throat. I am so overwhelmed.

"Thank you so much for picking me." I tell her with my quivering voice. She has no idea how happy I am right now.

"Lets go." She whispers and I give her a reassuring squeeze before taking a step back to look at her. Her eyes are red-rimmed and she looks pale. I softly graze my knuckles against her tear-stained cheeks as she looks at me with those blue eyes that I've come to love so much.

I grab my passport and our luggage and head towards the airport. I hold her hand the whole time.

For the first time, I finally know how it feels to be the first choice. I finally have someone to love, someone who knows what I am and accepted me.

We go to the departure area of the airport and sit on the plastic chairs, waiting for our boarding call. Margo is sitting right next to me and I gently kiss the back of her hand, enjoying my newfound liberty to do so. I know I must look like a lovesick puppy right now, with the way I'm looking at her but I'm just so happy that she picked me that I don't care about anything anymore.

Minutes pass while we wait patiently for our boarding call. I am very excited about this trip. This will be the first trip of us as a couple and because Greece is one of the places that I have always wanted to visit. I've seen pictures of the beaches, the infrastructures, and the food and I can't wait to explore the place with this amazing woman next to me.

I already made hotel reservations—I made sure we had the best room overlooking the ocean so we could just sit in the balcony, enjoy the salty sea air while watching the sun set with bubbling champagne in our hands.

I can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees the view from the room that I booked.

"Good morning passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Greece. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you."

There it is, the boarding call.

Excited to finally get to go the place I've always wanted to go to, I stand up and grab our hand carries. I look at Margo expectantly and see that she's breathing hard and looks like she's about to faint.

"Margo?" I prompt. She's clearly exhausted and upset, maybe she's not fit to travel right now. I scold myself for being so selfish and inconsiderate. Here I am, all excited and I didn't even stop to think if she's fit enough to travel.

I'm about to ask her if she's okay enough to travel because I am willing to not get on that flight right now if she's feeling bad. I could just buy another ticket for the both of us. But she slowly stands up and starts to walk towards the departure gate.

My heart soars with happiness yet at the same time, I am worried that she may be feeling faint. It's so good to have someone to worry over. People may think that having someone you feel the need to protect is a hassle, but for someone like me who has been miserably alone for the past three years of my life is very very grateful to finally have someone with me.

"MARGO!"

I freeze. It feels like the world has just stopped turning. It's like time has come to a standstill. I feel my blood curdle into lumps of anxiety upon hearing his voice. What is he doing here?

Please, don't wreck everything. Please don't take my happiness away, just when I had it in my hands.

"Please don't go." He pleads and tears start to fall from Margo's eyes.

My heart is breaking.

"Margo." I whisper, feeling doubt creep into my brain.

My heart beat starts to accelerate as fear starts to spread through my system. My eyesight starts to get blurry as tears cloud my vision. I slowly turn towards Margo, the first woman I have ever fell in love with and lay my trembling hand out to her.

"Please." I beg.

My voice is but a quivering whisper but it's laced with all the pent up anxiety and nerves that I am feeling right now.

"This is the final boarding call for passengers Cassandra Monroe and Nathaniel Lyons booked on flight 89B to Greece. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Cassandra Monroe and Nathaniel Lyons. Thank you."

My heart is racing. Please, please don't leave.

Finally, Margo takes a step towards me and I breath out a shaky sigh of relief.

My heart soars with elation when she wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly. I also wrap my arms around her waist and nuzzle my face against her sweet-smelling hair. Gosh, I love this girl.

"I'm sorry Nate."

I feel myself go rigid as she unwraps her arms around me. She looks up at me with those blue eyes that I've come to love so much, eyes filled with tears and my heart breaks and shatters into a thousand jagged pieces.

"I'm so sorry." She sobs.

I can't move, my chest feels like it's going to fall in on itself. There's a ringing in my ears and my vision gets cloudy with tears.

As if on instinct, I grab my suitcase and run towards the departure area. I don't know where I found the strength to propel myself forward but my mind is blank. All I know is that I have to get away..from her, from this place, from the pain. If only they could see the trail of broken, jagged pieces of my heart scattered across the floor.

I don't think there's anything left from the beating organ in between my lungs. All I can feel is this gaping, empty hole of pain.

As if in a daze, I board the plane and take a seat near the window.

A flight attendant comes to me.

"Sir Nathaniel?" She asks and I look at her. Her eyes widen in shock and she takes a step back when she sees my face before trying to compose herself and clears her throat.

"Sir, is your companion not coming? The plane is about to take off."

Stop. reminding. me.

"She's not coming." I tell her flatly.

"Do you need anything sir?"

"No. Go away."

I turn towards the window as the plane starts to ascend.

Then I hear her voice in my head, loud and clear and unwanted.

"I'm sorry, Nate."

Just then, a sudden feeling of anger bursts inside me.

"Get out of my head, Margo."

The amount of hatred and animosity in that statement finally silenced her and that is the last she's ever going to hear from me.

If she was going to pick him, she shouldn't have made me think that she was choosing me. I got my hopes up. I was fucking ecstatic, thinking I got her, but in the end I looked like an utter idiot.

She made me believe that she chose me, but tossed me aside not hours later. If she was confused, she should have told me. It would've hurt but I'd take that over this. This pain is so hard to bear.

Just when I thought everything was fine, that happily ever after is finally within my hands, it gets snatched away right before my very eyes.

I guess I'm alone again.

I just sit and stare out the window throughout the whole duration of the trip. When we land in Greece, I get in the cab and just like what I did in the plane, I just stare out the window as we pass by the scenery outside of it.

I arrive in the grandiose seaside hotel that I booked for the both of us.

I drop my luggage on the luxurious living room and start walking sluggishly towards the balcony. As I open the sliding glass doors of the balcony, a wave fresh salty air greets me. The sun has just started to set, casting a myriad of warm, beautiful colours on the still waters.

I take a deep breath of the salty air and stare at the magnificent sight before me.

I stare at it alone.

I clutch the railings tightly, white knuckling them as I try to even my erratic breathing.

Tears start to fall from my eyes and a moment later, sobs start to fly out of my mouth. They're uncontrollable now. It's all this pent up frustration, and anger and self pity finally comes pouring out of me in a series of sobs.

My chest hurts so badly, I couldn't form words to describe the pain that I feel right now.

My knees give out and I kneel on the floor with my hands pulling at my hair.

Around me is a beautiful scene of multiple sunset colours, fluffy fucking clouds and calm waters but there's a storm raging within me.

A storm of dejection, agony and anger.

Finally, I am in Greece—a magnificent, historical country.

And in this beautiful, breath taking, scenic hotel balcony, I am on my knees, weeping.

I am alone once again.