"GET THE FUCK OUT I DONT EVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN!" Lana shouts as I walk out the door. We've been fighting so much recently, I don't know what's going on, but I hate it.
I pace back and forth outside her door contemplating what to do next, whether to go back in and risk having plates thrown at me or leave her alone for a while. I love her so much but she's always in the studio, we never get time together, and when I bring that up she gets really defensive and that leads to an argument. I eventually decide to leave. As I slowly walk towards by car, I take one last glance back at her door... If only she knew how much I cared about her. I sit in my car doing nothing at all until I get a notification that lights up my phone screen.
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I unlock my phone and open instagram embarrassingly quickly and go to her page. I find pictures of her that were obviously posted with the intention of sparking jealousy inside of me.
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I like the story by instinct and then quickly un-like it, hopefully she didn't get a notification, though even if she did, I don't think she'd notice with the amount of notifications she gets daily.
Last time she was home for a full day was weeks ago. She spends hours at a time in the studio- writing, singing, brainstorming, God knows what else. I try to talk to her when she gets home but something's been so off about her, I don't know what. I've been trying to get in touch with Jack Antonoff because they're always together when she's recording but he doesn't know either. He says she's just really eager to finish up this album- that it could top NFR. I just want my Lana back.
I close my eyes and try to think about all that could be wrong with her. Is she going through something? Maybe she has some family issues that she doesn't want to tell me about. I let these thoughts overwhelm me and carry me off to sleep. My car is quite comfortable after all.
I open my eyes slowly and quickly recall the events that have just taken place, without hesitation, I grab my phone and turn it on. I glance at the time and see it's already 9pm, it's been two hours, maybe she's cooled off. She always says she never wants to see me again but she usually doesn't mean it. I don't want to push it though so I guess I'll stay in a hotel tonight.
As turn the keys in the ignition and pull out of the driveway, I hear a ding from my phone. It's a text from her.
My Love
please don't go i didn't mean it
I don'trespond but instead quickly pull back into the driveway. I open the door and carry my belongings inside. As I open the door to her bedroom, she's waiting right in front of me.
