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She's been crying. "Did he hurt you!" I demand. She just shakes her head and takes another puff. "Then what happened!" I snap. "Talk to me!" Lana takes another puff and puts the bottle away. She sits on the table, her sad eyes set on me. She bites her lip and then clears her throat. "Rooney is dead." She pauses. "He killed himself." ****

LANA My mom looked me straight in the eyes, her voice sharp as she scolded, "Lana, you're being foolish and naive. Do you really think the world is a bed of roses? It's a killer of dreams. Don't expect a prince charming. You should take the offer while he’s still interested in you—before someone else snatches it away." Her words stung, and despite my earlier guilt from our morning argument, my anger bubbled up. I shot her a disapproving look and replied, "Mom, can you please stop? If someone else wants the offer, let them have it. I don’t want it."

Danny had a fleet of housekeepers that cleaned the mansion, which was good and bad. Lana had been miserably bored all the time. The idea of being on her own was exhilarating. She found herself singing loud to a Taylor Swift song that was blaring through her single Bluetooth speaker. “Girl, you have no idea,” Lana giggled as she listened to the singer lament a lost love

"He's got the fire and he walks with it. He's got the fire and he talks with it ." -Lana Del Rey Gianna's P.O.V Involuntary tears continue to spill over my eyes as the fear enveloping me starts to feel heavy and suffocating. Elias raises his eyebrow slightly at the tears trailing down my now crimson cheeks, appearing even more so amused by my current state. "Why are you crying?" He questions softly as he removes his hand from over my mouth and up to my eyes.

"No idea." "Worst DJ ever. On a scale of one to ten, I gave them -3." she shook her head with a giggle. "I don't know... personally I really like Lana del Rey. Young and beautiful? I'd easily listen to it for the rest of my life." I got to suppress a whine at how fitting that song was considering everything... I took in another sip, feeling its coldness dipped to my stomach, spreading a weird tingling down my muscles and spine. It was chilling, massaging my being and leaving me light-headed.

“That’s the thing, Rosie. I love him, and he keeps hurting me every fucking time, and I keep making excuses for him. I’m so sick of it.” I instantly cleaned off the little tear from the corner of her eyes as I looked at her. “I don’t think that fool is worth one drop of your tears. Lana, do you know how pretty you look? That boy isn’t deserving of you, and you should know that. So tonight we are going to have fun like we have never done before.” Lana slowly ran her hands under her eyes as she smiled at me. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m so proud of you.”

DEVA LOREN/ LANA ALVAREZ. Lana used to have so much faith in people and in love. She used to trust. She used to hope. She used to believe. She withstood her suffering, hoping that better days would actually come, but they never did. Lana lost her life believing. I am no longer her. I only believe in myself and the good that comes to me as a result of the good I have done in the past. It's all good karma.

"Love can cure heartbreak, misfortune, or tragedy. It is the eternal companion." - Anonymous *** Raina Williams. "Thanks for showing me around Los Angeles. It's really beautiful here." Antoinetta smiled admiring the view around the park. She asked if I could show her around the city since Yasmine had been busy and I didn't mind so I did.

Facing the mirror with only a towel covering her body, she checked out her reflection and smiled. After getting dressed, she opened her cellphone to browse on her social media accounts. “Lana Del Rey will be dropping her new album on the 13th of December,” she reads the caption on a pop-culture account's tweet on X (Twitter). Her eyes zoomed like an owl's and squealed in excitement. “Oh my goodness! Really!?,” she exaggeratedly said.

“You already are more than that. You’re the woman who faced the world and told the truth. You’re the woman who helped put Larry and Elias in cuffs. You’re the strongest person I know.” She smiles, small and sad. “Then why does it feel like I’m still defined by who I’m sleeping with? Why does every headline call me ‘Roman Vale’s stepdaughter’ or ‘the homewrecker’? I want to be Lana. The one who builds something. The one who creates.”