It was just reaching new years, the entire gang was having fun and celebrating to a new year — but you. You had blocked it all out.

Dutch approached as you sat on the dock, facing the water. He sat down beside you, placing his whiskey down.

“Why aren’t you at the party?” He asked softly, staring at you. He hadn’t quite noticed you wanting to be alone, even though he was usually very good at reading people.

Although, he could never read you. You were a closed book — through and through.