Chapter Ninety eight

Ariana's POV;

San Diego is a very beautiful place.

When I moved into Brianna's beach house, I saw that it was good as new. Scratch that, it's actually a new place. All the furnitures were brand new and covered up to prevent dust.

She informed me that she had bought the place so she could come chill for the summer, away from the hustle and bustle of LA life.

There were times I would just sit by the beach side all alone because I felt lonely for the few weeks I had been here.

I would cry whenever my mind wandered over to my father. I used to scroll over to our chats and read through them, I used to listen to our voice notes and find myself laughing and crying at the same time. I missed all our long calls, our bickerings and never ending arguments over him taking care of his health.

A part of me still did not want to believe he was gone. I don't think I'm the only one who feels that way about losing someone, am I? Most of the time when I think about him, it never felt like he had g