'When you cry a piece of my heart dies
Knowing that I may have been the cause
If you were to leave
Fulfill someone else's dreams
I think I might totally be lost
You don't ask for no diamond rings no delicate string of pearls
That's why I wrote this song to sing
My beautiful girl.'
I felt so pathetic.
I shouldn't have admitted my feelings, it is obviously too soon.
I needed Marina, but I didn't want to disturb her happy times with my petty problems.
I heard a rap on the door.
"Lana!" He hollered.
Shit, it's him!
I wasn't ready to confront him, just yet.
David burst through the door and I felt even more vulnerable.
We stared at each other and neither of us spoke.
David pulled me into his arms and held me close.
I couldn't support the closeness and his tantalizing scent.
Tears brimmed my eyes.
He didn't love me.
I felt so stupid and worthless.
David pulled me away and noticed my tears.
He wiped them away and caressed my face.
"None of that sugar. You don't deserve this sadness."
I whimpered softly and looked away from him.
David kissed my forehead and pulled me in for another hug.
I steadied my breathing and straightened myself out.
I followed the wise word's of Liz Taylor:
"Pour yourself a drink.
Put on some lipstick,
and pull yourself together."
I repeated this mantra several times and stepped away from David.
"I should go." I finally spoke.
David's expression changed, it hardened.
I tried to walk past him, but he clinged onto my arm.
"Lana, I'm sorry." He apologized.
I shook my head.
"It's alright." I half-smiled.
"Won't you at least let me take you home?" He asked.
"I can manage. Thank you, David, have a nice night."
He reluctantly let me go and I scanned the room for Marina.
She was dancing with Azealia and she looked so joyful, I didn't want to destroy her happiness, but I needed her support.
I joined them.
"Marina, can you take me home. I'm sorry, to ruin your night."
"No, baby, It's alright.
just let me get my shit together."
I turned towards Azealia.
"I'm so sorry, honey. I'm just having a shit night."

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Fanfiction"And my life is sweet like vanilla is." Lana Del Rey lives a candy life. While sharing a fabulous friendship with Marina Diamandis and floating from London to New York, things are shining for her...