The Changing Room: A Teen Fiction Short

Acrylickatequinn

Missdemonmoon,AcrylicKateQuinn

The late afternoon sun bled honey-gold through the dusty window of the abandoned cottage, illuminating dancing dust motes around them. His breath hitched as her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of his jaw, a silent question in her touch. She leaned in, her forehead resting against his, and the world outside the crumbling walls simply ceased to exist. The air grew thick with the scent of old wood and the sweet, clean fragrance of her shampoo. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound more profound than any whispered word, and he felt it resonate deep within his own chest. His hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer until not even a sliver of light could pass between them. Her eyes, wide and luminous, held his with an unspoken promise that made his heart hammer against his ribs. In that suspended moment, every fear and uncertainty melted away, replaced by a warmth that started in his soul and spread through his veins. They stood there, two souls wrapped in a silent, understanding embrace, breathing each other in. It was a perfect, fragile secret, held safe within the quiet sanctuary of the changing room.