Lana's POV
I woke up the next morning, cold,empty and sad, in the silence of the morning. I bit my lip slightly as I remembered what it was like to wake up to the beautiful vision that was Marina.
I always knew Marina hated my guts. But deep down, she was a doll. A beautiful dainty doll. And I wanted her. To make Marina mine once more. To hold her in my arms. To hear her laugh echo down the highway.
A cluster of teardrops fell down my skin and onto my hands. Soon enough, I began to openly cry to the rhythm of the rain pouring down outside.
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Marina's POV
Dua had to leave at 5:32am to catch a flight back to England, to her home. So that morning, I woke up, alone. Silence was my only friend.
I muttered good morning to myself while I watched the rain beating against my window.
I half expected a message or two from Ashley, but when I checked my phone, I found nothing new and funnily enough, it disappointed me.
The silence took over pretty quickly and I jumped at the slightest of sounds. The dish from the pile sliding against another in the sink. The raindrop beating just a little harder against the windows. The sound of my foot hitting off my cup of tea on the floor.
I sat on the couch, crossing my legs, and I turned on the TV to channel-surf. It was almost 1pm so something had to be on.
Neighbours? No.
CSI? No.
Blue Bloods? No.
Cake Boss? No.
Here comes Honey Boo Boo? You've got to be joking.
I eventually settled on Spongebob, which was on Nick Toons, who were playing old episodes for the next three hours. I got comfy and tried to focus on the accident-prone sponge, but my mind continuously wandered to Lana and that night.
My lips against Lana's.
My body against Lana's.
My fingers in Lana's hair.
My gaze locked in Lana's eyes.
My kisses, soft as cotton, peppered all over Lana.
My breath hitched in my throat as I recalled every single moment.
"Jesus christ" I muttered "I'm my own worst enemy in this silence."
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dollface ❁ larina
Fanfictionin which both lana del rey and marina diamandis both hate each other but both somehow are in paris at the same time, however neither are sober enough to recognise each other and the next morning, they wake up in room 93, tangled in each others arms.
