All characters, and rights belong to Jeff Davis and Mtv. English is not my native writing, but I wanted to practice. Sorry for the mistakes! Critics are more than welcome.

(still mad at this show)

They were going to be together. At the end, fate will bring them together; they'll meet again: they'll discover unexpected things, like the meaning behind his tatoo, or what she did last summer, and they'll realize that small details once they didn't pay attention to, like that smile she has only for him, or the way he looks at her like she's the moon, no, more than the moon: like she's the entire galaxy, like she has constellations in her eyes and stardust in her skin. They'll fall for each other again, slowlier than before, without even realizing their feelings are back, gazing unintentionally to each other while they dance with their new lovers, and then they'll go to the bowling again, and they will kiss again, and they will have to hide from their parents again, and they'll go to the university and maybe they'll break up again but at the end of their journey they'll be looking at each other again, and they'll hold their hands again and again. Scott McCall knew, believed in that: Allison and he belonged together. He knew that, and so he told her:

("I know. And it's okay".

"How is that okay?"

"Because I know we're gonna be together")

And even he was with Kira, who he loves, he truly loves her, a small part of him was still thinking that he belonged to Allison Argent. But it turned out that no, they will not come back together. It turned out that he was wrong, that destiny won't bring them together, that first love stories do not end up well, that tragedy meets the beasts, and he's the stronger beast now.

Allison died in her arms, a stick stucked in her chest, blood filling her red lips. She died, and the fact that she's not longer with them is difficult to digest. The fact that she's not longer with him, that he couldn't save her, he, who healed everyone, couldn't heal his one true love is to difficult to bear he haven't seen Stiles, or Kira, or Isaac, or Lydia in days. Chris cried out loud with him when he found it, when he told him, tears weating his checks, tears filling his eyes, Allison's words (It's alright, it's perfect), and he haven't hear of him since that day. He has probably moved, Scott thinks, and slowly realizes that no Argent lives now in Beacon Hills, that everything is like in the begining, before Allison came.

But it's not.

He still has his powers, he's still an alpha. He still has to go out, save the world, protect all the city. And God, he whishes so much that it could be over, that he could be a normal teenager just for once, that he could only have to worry about studies, and lacrosse, and parties and just the normal world, without monsters. Yet he knows he can't: he's the monster all fear, he's the monstrosity that rules the pack, the beast who tries to be a saviour, a werewolf wanting to be a hero.

But how can he be one, how can he be the hero if he can't heal those who love?

How?

(Fate, destiny stinks,

you died first).