The door of the storage locker pries open after a long while, reintroducing light to the otherwise dark space as I shielded my eyes. A silhouette blocks a portion of the blinding light before I found myself being cradled in a pair of strong arms and lifted out of the darkness.
The person's voice was gentle and soft as he told me to take my time to readjust to the light. He was patient and understanding, silently waiting for me to acclimatise as he cradled me against his chest.
His heartbeat was slow and steady, soothing me with each beat as his large hand gently ruffled through my hair. Even his scent fills the surrounding with a sense of safety and familiarity as I squeezed the hem of his shirt.
I gradually blinked my eyes open, finally getting used to the lighting as a stark ray of the evening sun kisses the skin of the young man before me. His hair seemed to glow with fiery orange, similar to the shade of the sunset as his skin warmed to a deeper shade.
