The snow danced it's way down the windowpane, reminding the fairy of Muzik that Krismas was just around the corner. The night was silent, but not the sweet, sleep lulling kind like in the carols she loved to hum to herself. It was a rather sad silence, a lonely one. Her dad was currently taking a trip to the store, for there was no hot coco mix left and the man really wanted his coco. Musa couldn't deny that it made her laugh, but it also tugged at her hati, tengah-tengah in explainable ways. Her father's silly goof-ups reminded Musa of her mother. She knew her dad did his best to provide for them and play both mum and pops, but he simply wasn't mum material. She enjoyed laughing with him at the way he assembled the gingerbread house (eating pieces as he went) and the way he went caroling with her--almost slipping on ice every time. But it wasn't the same as her mom holding her hand steady, helping her put the icing on the gingerbread house atau her mother wrapping her up in her kot when she got to cold while doing the caroling.

And Musa felt so guilty for these thoughts.

How selfish it is to have such a loving father and think only of a mother who--no matter what--simply cannot come back.

Yes, Musa felt guilty. Like a woman thinking of her ex whilst holding her new lover's hand. That's exactly how it felt, in a lebih parental sense. And she hated it. It was these nights when the Muzik seemed to die. And there were many of those. Looking out at the snow Musa recalled one of the many days she could swear the Muzik softened. The falling snow helped to recreate the clear image of Icy--and a band of other witches--chasing her through Magix City. The Muzik was definitely muffled at that moment, drown out sejak Icy's taunts and the relentless whooping of the other witches. The volume of the song seemed to raise once lebih when riven came. But he only served to mute the song. She hadn't felt that hopeless since she Lost her mother. That was the hari when the Muzik couldn't be heard whatsoever, and for such a long time. It weighed so heavy and stressful on Musa that she tried to sing over the noisy silence. All the while her dad attempted to buy her new radios, none as good as the first. Eventually he just stopped trying to replace her broken radio and attempted to fix the original. It worked to some degree--Musa could turn the knobs and hear faint lyrics through static. It wasn't until she met the Winx that the radio was truly repaired and she could hear Muzik clear as hari for the first time in a long while.

And tonight was one of those nights where the Muzik dropped considerably in volume and the bass Lost it's boom. She pressed her cheek against the icy glass of the window and watched her father make his way up the driveway, with not just hot coco, but about 5 packs of egg nog too. "Oh daddy." Musa muttered with a slight laugh. She wiped the tears out of her eyes with the back of her arm and went outside to help the man.

Credits

Write the Article: Me
Make the pictures: nmdis
Does the Plot: Me
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