Tord had spent so long trying to figure out what he should do. There was the screaming internally of going to a party, though there was the awkward calm that came with knowing Sasuke would be there. He had been invited to help host, but he had no idea what to do. He fell back, having been sitting up, staring at nothing in particular. What felt like 5 hours later, he pushed himself back up. Once he had finally screamed at himself to get ready and go to this party. He sighed as he walked torwards the door. He saw others in front and he automatically began to panic. Sure, the silhouettes of people he knew, but what if it wasn’t who he thought it was? He found himself sitting behind a bush in dead silence then, sticks digging into his cheeks and drawing a bit of blood, despite him not caring,