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Chapter One
A bitter day.
It will all be erased like this.
I will forget someday.
I'll be able to laugh then,
But right now I can't do anything.
-A Bitter Day
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"Hey Muse, there's some mail for you."
Musa closed her eyes, her headphones throbbing with music. Just the sound gave her energy-she couldn't wait to head back to her recording studio and continue writing her latest album. As she drummed her fingers on the table to the music, she felt a tap on her shoulder, and nearly jumped up from her chair. Turning around, she found herself looking face-to-face at Layla. Her friend's brown hair was tied into a bun, and her blue eyes were sparkling with excitement. Dressed in black boy shorts and a tank top, both hands were holding a large stack of envelopes. Though it was early in the morning, she looked absolutely flawless, even without makeup on. As Musa envied her friend's radiance, her friend stuck her tongue out in response.
"What did you say? Mail?" Musa asked. Mail was normal. Nothing to be excited over.
"Yeah, there's one from Alfea."
"Alfea?"
Musa took the letter curiously, and saw that Layla was also holding one that looked similar to hers. Shrugging, she pried open the envelope with her nail, and pulled out a sparkling piece of paper. "You are cordially invited to the first annual Alfea and Redfountain reunion. All graduates of Alfea and Redfountain during the past five years may attend. Please dress formally and RSVP to the event, we will not be accepting entries at the door." As Musa's eyes widened at the proposition, Layla chuckled. "It's been exactly five years since we graduated, hasn't it, Musa?"
"Yeah. We were even part of the notorious Winx Club. Funny how things have changed so much the past five years," Musa added.
She smiled at the thought of all the memories they'd shared.
"Who knew that we'd end up bunking together in Bloom's hometown-Gardenia?" Layla added, setting the letter down. Musa nodded her head, agreeing, as she reminiscenced about all the trouble they'd made and people they saved during their time in Alfea. "Yeah-it's funny how we gave up magic for our current businesses. I never thought of becoming a producer-and your gym and fitness centre is really booming with customers. Who knew we'd end up like Bloom, five years after high school?"
Layla pretended to do a couple kickboxing punches in victory.
"So, are you going?" She asked, staring at Musa with a sly grin.
Musa growled. "What are you implying?" She didn't like where Layla was going with this. Ever since Layla's fiancée, Nabu, had died, she always seemed extremely fond of Musa's relationships.
"Well, you know, you haven't exactly tied all the ends with a certain Redfountain boy…"
Musa gasped, and punched Layla lightly. "Don't say things you don't mean!"
"Who says that I'm not telling the truth? I see some chemistry-" Layla teased, dancing around Musa chased after her. Shutting the door in Musa's face, Musa pounded on it, screaming for her to come out, while Layla laughed loudly from her room. Shaking her head, she walked over to the washroom, and stared at her reflection. She placed her fingers on the mirror, gently touching the glass. Staring at her reflection, which had changed over the years, her raven hair was no longer long-it was thinned out, layered and choppy. She had bangs covering her forehead-in fact, she smiled as she realized her hair was almost like Helia's since she'd last seen him. She'd also completely changed her style, and followed her rocker/tomboyish roots, rather than sticking with dresses. Now that they'd entered Gardenia, there were no more sparkly mini-skirts and transparent wings allowed-she'd had to settle for blazers, vintage garments, and skinny jeans.
Would Riven still like her like this?
It had been five years since they met. She and Layla had disappeared from Alfea a month before graduation, so that they could adjust to Gardenia's lifestyle and enter what was called "university."
However, the main reason that she'd left was because she was pregnant with Riven's child.
Her friends were all surprised at their sudden departure, but Layla and Musa had decided for confidentiality-none of their friends knew where they were to this day. Or what had happened to Musa, and that included Riven. She didn't know if he remembered her, or if he cared about her anymore. They always fought a lot, and she'd always gotten many comments of how he seemed more like her older brother than her boyfriend. He could be a lazy ass, and he often spoke his mind before thinking twice. It was funny how much he'd hurt her, and yet, she was still attracted to him. Closing her eyes, she stared at the mirror again, secretly hoping that there was still something between them.
"A couple seconds after reading that letter and you're already deciding what to wear for your baby's daddy, eh?" Layla poked her head out of the door, while Musa groaned, putting Layla into a tight headlock.
"I guess this means we're going to go the reunion, then!" Layla retorted, unaffected by Musa's annoyed demeanor.