lana del rey imagines

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It was so easy, saying I do.

A long-lasting commitment is all Lana has ever wanted. Someone who will stick around long enough to plan a future life together, to make those plans and dreams come true. And God knows she'll go crazy without a family of her own.

"You've got this..."

Lana's whispered mantra echoes in the silence as she stands before the mirror, clad in white. Yeah, she's totally not nervous. Or dying of anxiety. Her chest tightens, anxiety's unwelcome grip. She places a hand to the ache, a gentle attempt to calm herself. Jesus, having an official wedding for the first time kind of hurts.

Just take a deep breath, Lana reminds herself, her eyes closing and the rest of the world shutting down for a moment in an attempt to regulate her racing heart. The thought of her family and friends waiting for her outside tugs at her lips in a small smile.

They have all been so supportive of her hasty decision. Helping her organize the arrangements, running last minute phone calls and just being there for her. All of her sisters helped her pick out the perfect dress. Even her little niece gave her approval, and nothing had ever made her feel so happy before.

The sound of a door opening behind her soothes Lana further. Her sister did take her blessed time finding those damn hair clips.

"Chuck, thank God that-"

The rest of her words die on her tongue as her breath catches completely, the almost fading ache in her chest returning with violent force.

Because it's not getting married that causes that pain: love is.

"Don't marry him."

Your steady voice breaks the silence of the room as you lean against the door, hand clinging to the doorknob even after locking it. Breathing is proving to be a difficult task. And your gaze can't linger on the nuances of her – the way her hair falls in blonde waves, the gentle changes time has brought to her figure – because your thoughts are pressing to be spoken, bursting to escape.

"Please don't," you say, stepping forward.

Lana frowns sternly, beyond confused.

"What are you doing here? You didn't even know-"

"Chuck called me a few days ago." You interrupt.

"She what?" Lana feels the weight of betrayal beginning to weigh on her shoulders. "She told you?"

"No. She called to congratulate me on my two years of sobriety. And when I told her I was looking forward to seeing you later at the meeting, then the wedding thing came up." You sigh lightly. "No offense but did you really have to get married on the same week?"

You sent her a message months ago, after more than a year of no contact, updating her on your life. You were doing well, in fact you would reach your two-year mark of sobriety soon. Messages later, you joked that you would invite her to that special meeting, if she so desired. She didn't take it as a joke at all, accepting immediately because nothing would make her happier.

She promised.

"Fuck, wasn't that— I couldn't have forgotten it." Lana quickly reaches for her phone on the chair, checking important events on her calendar.

baby aa meeting💕

From three days ago.

The instant Lana's gaze lifts, apology at the ready, your presence washes over her like a warm summer breeze, gentle and soothing. For the first time since you walked through that door, her eyes truly meet yours, and she sees you – really sees you.