She was lying on a hotel bed among mountains of tattered handkerchiefs. Tears were rushing down her cheeks, making her look smudgy . A white sheet was bloodstained.

She still couldn't resign herself to her father's death. He died sleeping at his home on Melody. No blood, no fingerprints, no marks of break-in… No one heard or saw anything. He wasn't diagnosed with any illness. What's worse, Musa couldn't even say goodbye, because Hoe-Boe's body disappeared, when there wasn't anyone around.

What's happening? Why did he die? WHY?! WHY?!

She looked on her mobile phone. Riven hasn't called or written back for two weeks, while other boys talked with their girls every day, even with short messages. They went to the Red Fountain as teachers of new cadets. When they are back, the whole posse will find a house to live together, at least for several years. However, Musa didn't feel like living with Riven in one building to say nothing of sleeping with him in the same bed.

He is sick of me. Damn, this type of guy would leave me sooner or later. Anyhow, we were quarreling too much. Did he think that I am not worth his time? So why didn't he tell it to me? Effing coward. Or maybe something happened to him? Where is he? No one had seen him. Did he plan to run away? Alright, good for me! There was no need to make up…

Musa spent several days on crying into her beer isolated thanks to the blocking spell. She didn't pay attention to her friends, trying to get to her.

,,We wanna help you!'', they called. Yeah, right, Musa answered in her mind. Were they able to make her feel better? No, there was nobody to do it apart from razor blade… She was her only friend then. She could set her free from pain riving her heart.

She looked on a wallpaper of her cell phone that was presenting her in the arms of Riven. They were looking into each other eyes and their lips were very close…

Musa lowered her head . She could remember this evening; these violet eyes, that she was partial to. Although he was smiling lightly, saying ,,I will be back in a few days'', Musa could feel sorrow in his heart. Or maybe she was wrong? Maybe he didn't want to be there with her? So why didn't he break up with her that day? She may not have been sitting here alone in tears. No, it wouldn't change anything. Probably if they hadn't been a couple, the razor blade would have taken much more its red tool.

- I HATE YOU! –Musa screamed. No sooner had she thrown the mobile phone at the door than somebody cracked the blocking spell and came in. Aisha was in time to catch the cell flying towards her face.

- Musa! What have I done that you hate me so much…? - Aisha wanted to console Musa, but she blew over since she realized that her joke only was incongruous.

- I HATE RIVEN! I HATE MYSELF! I HATE MY LIFE! – Musa screamed again and snuggled in a big pillow laying behind her. Aisha pinched her lips in embarrasment. God, it's worse than I expected, she thought.

- Musa… - She slowly came up to her, wondering if she risked a strike by Percussive Hit. – I know that you prefer to be alone, but it's too long. Why not talking with us? Listen to me, we are worried about you…

The fairy of music didn't react, but Aisha wasn't going to give up. Musa didn't want to talk to anybody… Except Riven. She wanted him to be here. But he wasn't and was never a good candidate to console people. Besides, what would happen if he appeared? Musa would shout at him before he would explain things. And she would break up with him immediately, what she would regret but who knows whether black-haired girl dared to be the first to say sorry?

- Musa…?

No reaction. Aisha looked at the cell's wallpaper. Suddenly she called Nabu to mind…

- Why not deleting this photo? – she asked, trying to chase bad flashback away.

Musa slowly got up, but didn't look at her friend.

- Cause I am and idiot.

- Oh, stop it! Don't immerse yourself in that, please. You should lace into something, just say and I can be your punchbag! Do something to get a load off your mind!

I did, briefly. Why she didn't have a keener blade?

Musa took a glance at her best friend. Dark skinned fairy of waves sighed resignedly . Aisha perceived that there is no use doing it. She wasn't able to bring Musa vim and vigor.

- Aisha… - Musa whispered. Aisha raised her head, feeling glimmer of hope. She held pale hands of music fairy.

Tell her.

- I… I just can't do it. – The fairy cried out. – I tried but I love him too much to… Oh, fuck! I hate that I love him! Can it be wooorse…. – She hurled herself into Aisha's arms.

They were hugging for a while. Aisha could feel the tears on her shoulders. Her heart went out to Musa. She hoped that black-haired will calm down having somebody next to her. Fortunately, crying got more silent. She waited until it hushed.

- Musa, look at me now. – Aisha moved back and raise Musa's chin.

Stella would break down, if she saw you, she thought. She had to admit that Musa looked awful. Long black hair was tangled and stuck to her wet and smudgy face. Bleary eyes were full of sadness. A crumpled dress hung on her like on a skeleton.

- Come on, you have to get out of here. – Aisha got up and drew her toward the door. Musa yielded languidly. With bad grace, she came out and went downstairs to a lounge, where the rest of the girls spent all day. Bloom was looking for something in one of the suitcases, Tecna was tapping something in her laptop, Flora was sitting on a couch reading a newspaper and Stella was combing her hair. Hearing the steps, they raised their heads.

- For a God's sake, is it Musa?! – Stella opened her mouth.

- How did you manage to open the door? – Bloom asked.

- I found a proper spell. – Aisha smiled dimly. She nudged Musa towards an armchair and made her sat.

- Musa, how much time were you going to spend there? – Tecna asked firmly, but Musa didn't respond.

- We wanna help you. Of course, we don't know what you feel, however… - Flora stopped, hoping for any reaction.

I wish I could vanish into thin air.

- Say something! Maybe talking with Riven could… - Stella quickly regretted what she said. Musa picked herself up, with scarlet on her face.

Stella cowered. Think before saying!

- Oh, really! Great idea, what a pity that he doesn't give a toss about me! You know it, don't you? I also don't care what he is doing, where, why and who with!

She started to cry again. Flora hugged her and Musa, unwillingly, returned it. Bloom laid her hand on Musa's shoulder.

- There must be a good explanation. You shouldn't… - She didn't finish since her eyes found strange marks on black-haired's legs. She raised a hem of a friend's dress to find out that Musa's blue devils were severe. Hundreds of short red scars emerged in front of Winx.

- MUSA! Are you crazy?! – Tecna yelled. – Why did you do that?

- It was the only source of relief! – Musa yelled back, covering her leg.

- And who are we? Don't you know that we will always listen to you? Ain't we friends? – Aisha queried with anger and concern.

There was an uncomfortable silence. Girls were looking at Musa, still in Flora's arms.

What do they want to know? Am I to tell them about my hopeless life? No news.

Black haired realized that an attachment to Winx wasn't as strong as before. She didn't feel like spending time with them. Only a week ago they planned living together in their own house, but then she would rather run away and start a new life alone.

The silence was broken thanks to ringing of Stella's cell phone. She reached for it and looked at the screen.

- Brandon – She announced briefly.

- Hello? Hi, honey… Good… Musa came out… No, with Aisha's help…

Musa gritted her teeth.

I should have gone away at once. Far away, where nobody would disturb me. But instead of it I have to listen to Stella and Brandon's sweet conversation. Moronic lovebirds.

At this moment Stella hung up. Girls expected some good news.

- Boys are coming back… Without Riven.