𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

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cinnamon girl; lana del rey

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"there's things i wanna say to you,
but i'll just let you live"

november 12th, 2022 ; 6:48pm

Celine stood waiting in the pick-up area at the airport, the chaos of honking cars and the buzz of conversations swirling around her, making her a little anxious. She glanced down at her phone for the third time, checking if her message had gone through, when she heard a familiar voice call her name.

"Celine!"

She looked up to see Natanael hanging halfway out the window of a blacked-out Mercedes, his head and almost his whole body sticking out as he waved frantically at her. Celine couldn't help but laugh at the sight, shaking her head at his antics.

After a week spent in Guadalajara visiting her mom and brother, she had planned to fly straight back to LA. But Natanael had convinced her to stay a few extra days at his house in Sonora, insisting that she should visit before he goes back on tour and will busy again.

With a smile, Celine rushed toward the car, the driver already stepping out to load her suitcase into the trunk. She grabbed the small black carrier that was perched on top of her suitcase and climbed into the backseat next to Nata, who immediately wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Celiiiii, cómo estás chula?" Natanael's voice boomed playfully in her ear as he squeezed her.

"Bien, bien," Celine laughed, pulling away from the hug. "El vuelo fue rápido, pero la persona que estaba a mi lado estuvo roncando todo el tiempo." [The flight was quick but the person next to me was snoring the whole time.] She rolled her eyes dramatically, making Natanael chuckle.

"La persona que estaba a tu lado?" [The person next to you?] He raised an eyebrow.

Celine nodded. "Sí, fue horrible." [Yes, it was horrible.]