TOP GUN: BACK TO MY ROOTS

HIS ROOM

okay random question but do y'all prefer first person or third?

Y/N POV:
i wasn't  exactly sure what to expect as i opened the door to the house, i looked into brads room,
it was empty, i went to turn off the light but before i could do so i saw a note on his dresser addressed to me that hadn't been there before,
and flipped it over and realized it was from dad, i released the breath i didn't realize i was holding, it read
"hey kid, though we should go through some of Bradley's stuff, i have boxes set out for stuff that seems sentimental or expensive, feel free to keep anything you really like- dad"
dad had been talking about changing brad's room into an office for a few months, that's what the rooms original plan was given that the room was right at the front of the house, however it did have a small walk in closet,
i took a look around, it felt weird touching his stuff without him being here,  it felt weird even being in his room, i only came in here once, 
and i've never told anyone, not even dad,

FLASHBACK
dad had left for two days, i hated being left home alone over night, i decided to go to bed early since i was having a bit of anxiety.
my phone rang, i picked it up, not recognizing the number, "hello?" my voice was tired, gosh what time was it?
"hello, Y/N, it's ice"
uncle ice? but i have his number saved "hey uncle ice what's going on, is everything okay?"
i sat up, concerned that something might have happened "i'm afraid not, it appears lieutenant Bradshaw has been killed in a dogfight accident, we called your father and he asked that i be the one to tell you since he cannot" you spoke with no emotion in his voice, my eyes filled with tears i started sobbing, i shouldn't care, he left us, he left me, but now he's gone, he's really actually gone 
i jolted awake, breathing heavily, it was a dream it was all a dream, Bradley was fine, dad was fine, i was fine, for a second i considered calling uncle ice and asking him the status on Bradley, but then realized it was 2 AM and that was stupid.
i was still very shaken up and was crying, although i didn't realize it until i felt one drop on my hand, i hated having nightmares, whenever i had a night mare dad would come upstairs and talk to me until i fell back asleep, but dad wasn't here, so i went downstairs and got in dads bed, after about an hour i still could t fall asleep, so i got up and went i to brad's room, i slept there for the night.
when i woke up i just stayed there, i cried, i cared, god why did i care so much, he left, i guess that makes me human, i looked around his room and decided to raid his closet, it's not like he was using it, i stole some hoodies and some Hawaiian button ups, although i never dated to wear them around dad until he found one in my laundry, he thought it was funny and said i could pull them off better that brad could

i was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of the door opening, it was dad "by kid, how are you doing?" he asked leaning against the door frame
"i'm okay, it's weird touching his stuff without him being here, then again i think it would be weirder  if he were here right now" i said making us both laugh "hey where were you? i didn't know you were going to be gone today" i asked setting down the baseball trophy i was holding
"yeah, neither did i, but we need to talk," he said looking down at the floor behind me
"living room?" i asked with a smile
he looked up and me smiled and turned and walked into the living room.