"Alright we'll be home later, don't bother to cook anything for lunch or dinner, Miku and I will eat out." My father said with a smile as he grabbed Tabitha by the waist and kissed her. I looked away, and stuck my tongue out. I was being kind enough to come to the wedding but they had to hold off the public display of affection. Seriously. I looked back to see Tabitha smiling and nodding.

"Alright, alright. You two go and have fun okay? I'll finish off some last minute wedding errands. Come home safe!" Tabitha said as she waved goodbye to both my father and I. I just nodded with a small smile, and got in the car next to the drivers seat.

Italy was so pretty. If it didn't hold so many bad memories for me, and if my father wasn't here with Tabitha, I would definatley be living here instead of South Korea. My father made me jump out of my gaze as he patted my shoulder. I looked over to see him driving and smile. He had a derpy smile. Like Chanyeol. That happy virus.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked, and his smile grew larger.

"Because I missed my daughter. A lot. To much to even explain." He said as he put both hands on the car wheel.

"...You shouldn't have left then if you miss and loved us that much." I said as I rolled my eyes a little annoyed. I understood I was being rude daughter and all, but he had to understand the pain and depression I went to along with my mother.

"...Your mother wasn't happy." He said. I looked at him to see his smile had disappeared and I frowned. What did he mean 'Your mother wasn't happy?'. 

"What do you mean? Everything was fine! You put us through misery, and torture. How could you do that to us?" I asked feeling tears fill in my eyes. My father kept looking at the road and me, and I felt my face frowing to hold back the tears.

"No Miku stop lying your mother wasn't happy okay? I could tell. We were always working, not being able to see each other, love each other, have family time with each other, and you were always in school! She wanted a man who can take care of her, and her family. I worked so hard to make her happy, but I could tell it never worked." He said. He seriously began pissing me off. How could he say something like that?

"Well that's no excuse to go off and mingle with other woman while your still married, and you have one daughter. You should've never married mom, and you guy's should've never had me. You should know that getting married and gaving kid's is a life-long commitment." I said as I set my eyes out on the window again looking at all the pretty buildings, rivers, and bridges that passed by.

"You know what. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Tabitha and I were just intertwined in each other's fate. She's not a bad person, consider her as a friend, not even as my second wife. She's a great person. Give her one chance?" My father asked me. I glanced a look over at him, and slightly nodded as I looked away quickly.

"One chance." I said, and I saw my father smile like his derpy self once again.

I got out of the car and stretched. It was pretty warm and crisp out but with a small breeze even if it was the beggining of winter. I was wearing short denim shorts, and a buttoned down shirt. I looked out to see the ocean, and sunsetting, with the glimming gold sand. I smiled at the beautiful view. The last time I had went to a beach was when I was maybe around twelve or thirteen years old. It felt good to be there again. I ran towards the ocean and took off my shoes. I slowly walked towards the water, excited to finally feel the cool water filling in between m