The Winter of 1969 is a cold one, especially in Vermont, yet Todd would rather freeze to death than to stay in this damn party any other minute.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry—"

Todd does his best as he pushes through the crowds of horny and drunk teenagers, why is he even here? Dragged into a party by his friends with the excuse of "loosing up", ha!, as if he was capable of ever loosing up, that stupid Beatles song in the background doesn't help him in the slightlest.

He has lost sight of his friends long time ago, really, he looked away for a second or two and when he looked back, they were all gone. He doesn't even want to imagine where they are, he just hopes they didn't get back to Wellton without him.

Reaching for the backdoor, Todd has to pretend he doesn't notice the giggling couple holding eachother right next to him— people who can talk to others, who are naturally charming, who can get someone to hold them so tenderly, he knows he doesn't belong here, why did he ever think he could?

He opens the door and the first thing that hits Todd is the silence, the cold, the loneliness. He can't help but find it comforting, taking a deep breath while closing the door behind him. It's comforting, this loneliness.

But when he looks infront of him, he sees you, and Todd finds it a little embarassing, really, to find a complete stranger so captivating, even though you're not doing more than leaning against the wall.

"I'm— I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."

As in a knee jerk reaction, Todd apologizes, for what? God knows, he just doesn't want to burden you, he just wants a little bit of air.