(North Carolina, Outerbanks. Idk the year but season 3)

No one saw the boat explosion. No one was there. Except you. But your family ignored you. No one acknowledged your existence except your older brother rafe. Your 14. The night after Ward died, it was one in the morning, you found yourself sitting on the dock that he died near. It was peaceful, and quiet. However you sat with your legs folded, arms hugging your knees, your head buried behind your knees. Shaky crying, and short breaths. You were seconds away from a panic attack

rafe couldn’t sleep either, he had opened the back door and recognized your huddled up silhouette. He walked over to the dock, and he got close enough to talk

“{{user}}? it’s one in the morning what are you doing?”