A/N: Hello everyone who is more or less interested in this story :)
Some of you may realize that I've already uploaded this fanfiction once, but deleted it again. The reason was that I started writing this in german back when I was, like, 14 - and of course I wasn't really satisfied with what I'd written anymore. So I started to edit the story (not much, just a bit, but what I've changed was necessary) and translate it into english again.
As you can tell, I'm german, and even though I'm more or less fluent in english, of course I make mistakes - a bunch of them. So if you see any mistakes - whether it's just a typo or a huge grammatical error doesn't matter - please tell me.
I'll try to update this story every Saturday, but I can't and won't promise anything. Sometimes I might post the next chapter on Sunday, but it's more likely that, if I'm not posting on Saturday, I won't post at all that week.
Now, I hope you'll enjoy the story :)
My only thought was to get away from here, as far as possible. Away from him, the boy who had so often broken my heart, who had always got a second chance, and had messed up again. Why did I do this to myself?
I wanted to surprise him, a beautiful picnic by the lake, just the two of us, alone. And as soon as I had arrived at Red Fountain, I had already seen him, a girl in his arm, his lips on hers ...
And then his eyes suddenly darted to me, startled, and his lips immediately left hers.
I could not tell what he did afterwards. I had started run. Away from him, the girl and all the prying eyes of bystanders. I was not aware of where I wanted to go, but before I could think about it, I was at the lake, sitting on a stone and cried.
Why? Why did he do this to me? What had I done to him that he treated me that? It was such a terrible feeling, I felt sick, like I would throw up while the stitches just below my chest killed me, as if a thousand swords at once stabbed into it. The tears flowed down my cheeks and I clung to the stone I was sitting on, just to get a hold on something.
So I remained, my view adressing the horizon. I had no feeling of time, just saw the sun, which slowly mingled with the red of its setting.
„Musa", a voice suddenly called behind me.
„Musa!" Again. Who was calling me?
„Musa!" That was Bloom, definitely.
„Musa!" And Flora.
„I found her", said another voice, barely a few steps away from me, which was unmistakably Stella. I immediately heard the sound of steps and breaking wood, and then there were my five best friends surrounding me; Bloom, Stella, Flora, Tecna and Layla.
„Musa, here you are. Brandon told me about Riven, that asshole, and we-"
Even though I did not look up, I realized that the rest told Stella by a look at her that she had once again been insensitive.
„Musa?", Flore asked softly and kneeled down, so she could directly look into my eyes. „How are you?"
I did not feel like talking, so I only said a grumpy 'shit'. It was clear that the smile of the other was a mixture of pity and amusement.
„What are you doing now?", Bloom asked cautiously.
„What do you think? I go back to Alfea and get to sleep. I'm really tired."
And so I got up, turnt my back to them and left for Alfea.