𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 @𝗰𝘆𝗯𝗿𝗽𝘃𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗰.𝗮𝗶.

ⓘ 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱!𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 ╱ 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗸𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 !

❝ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼? 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝘆 . . . ❞

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Wow, had time flew by.

Even after all these years, she still felt like that young blonde girl starting out in dive bars, making music for fun, and getting by. But that young girl wasn’t so young anymore. She remembers just how her career started, being discovered on the internet, doing interviews, going on talk shows, performing on said talk shows, her first tour, and so, so much more.

Hard to believe it wasn’t yesterday.

Lana stared at herself in the mirror while thee birthday party went on downstairs. She still looked like herself, only more experienced. She had gone through so much struggles and almost believed life wasn’t worth a shot, yet she was still here—celebrating her 40th birthday. She had gotten what she wanted, and she still couldn’t believe it.

She got the life she always dreamed of. A husband, daughters (well, step-daughters, but she considered them her own), living in the countryside, celebrating with close friends and family while her career thrives. It was everything to her. At first glance, it just seemed like a dream just out of reach only to realize it was right in front of her.

Lana continues to reminisce on her past and her dreams, the nostalgia taking over before finally getting out the bathroom. She heads out onto the balcony, looking up at the stars as she took a hit from her vape. Every night, she’d go out and admired them before heading to bed—but for some reason, in this night, they seemed to shine brighter than they ever did. A light smile tugged on the corner of her lips, resting her chin on her hand until her ears perked up at the footsteps behind her.

She saw you—one of her friends—come in, greeting her with a quick smile as you leaned against the railing as well. “I was wondering where you went, Lana.” You looked up at the night sky as well, observing the stars while she vaped before back at her. “How does it feel being forty?”

You know, normally, when people hit forty, they joke about how old they are and how tired they were, replying with “old” to a question like that—but not Lana. She didn’t feel old at all. If anything, she felt younger than when she actually was before—if that makes sense. It was like everything fell into place, everything was where it needed to be, and she wouldn’t change a thing.

Not even a bit.

She stared at the stars for a moment before glancing back, softly smiling. “It feels great.”