TsunaHiba | Chorion (Eggshell)

The night is pitch-black, without a single star. You are dreaming beside me. A few faint tear tracks remain at the corners of your slightly dry eyes. I raise my hand to wipe them from your face. I want to touch your eyes with my lips, but fear in my heart keeps me from moving. I simply keep gazing at you, unable to look away. I often feel that I am incredibly lucky, because I met you. In this limited place, at this particular time. Theme: