Prologue

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Songlist: Prisoner - The Weeknd feat. Lana del Rey.🎶


October 7th 1968, Los Angeles.



"They say once you come to California you'll never go back.

But that ain't all true.

I'm talking a long walk through silk road. I just got back from my american summer tour a week ago, and I already feel like I've been in Hollywood for too Long.

Even though it was my first tour all across america, and I've basically been everywhere, I can't make myself to open a date on my hometown.

New York City.

Why Am I so scared of going back there?

It's where all my major disappointments in life live. I have no reason to go there at all. But then why is a small part of me begging me to go anyways?

I can feel myself burning. Burning slow.

Me and Francesco, we're doing good. But I can't remember when we last expressed all the feelings in our hearts. Even though we make love almost every night, it's not passionate.

Why?

I keep on running back into the past while I'm trying to hold on to my current love, but I know I can't make it last forever.

Because I must confess,  I'm missing someone else.

My summers will never be the same, even though I blame it on myself for making it that way.

I though I'd be glad it was Fall, but it always feels like a fucking summer in Los Angeles. It's almost like I can't escape it. Two years later, I still can't escape the sad memories.

Only touring. That's the only way I free my mind now a days."

Lana stopped walking in the middle of the road and sighted.

"Maybe that's all I need.

One last tour date."





If you haven't read Summertime Sadness, don't bother reading Old Money since this is the sequel.

Click on my profile sohogal and go read Summertime Sadness. If you've already read it, I do recommend you re-read it so you're fresh with the story and facts because there's a lot of references from the first book.

I'm putting my heart into this story to make it a deserving sequel, so be patient with the chapter uploads.
You can read ''Angels'' a short story I published in the meantime too. Love You all. Give this some love by voting.

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