It's About My Dad

Olive's P.O.V.

"I see why you guys hung out so much here." Lucas said as he looked out towards the coast at my and Ian's favorite spot.

I would still come here even after Ian moved, but it only made me feel lonlier. I hadn't been here myself since sophomore summer. A cold breeze carried the salty ocean air to my nose, making me take a deep breath. I missed that smell. The only thing I smell in New York is the stench of garbage mixed with the urine in the alleyway. There's no fresh air in New York, just the millions of smells intermingled into one stench.

"It's beautiful," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. I loved the tickle of his breath on my neck as we watched the waves crash in.

"I'm glad you could see it. Thank you for coming home early," I told him, placing my hands over his.

"I'll come running any time you need me, Rose."

I nodded, not able to say anything more. I focused on this moment, on the feel of him holding m