i found home in her eyes
chobom, chobom ❤️The older girl raised a hand, and tucked a stray piece of hair behind Bomi’s right ear. The motion stopped with the pad of Chorong’s finger pausing at the back of her lobe, then the small hand turning to caress the younger’s cheek at the jawline. Bomi couldn’t breathe for a few moments, as Chorong withdrew her gaze and diverted her pupils to examine Bomi’s face, frowning ever so slightly.
The halted oxygen in Bomi’s throat convinced her that all she needed was Chorong’s eyes back in hers to start breathing again.
And so they came again, those two pools of dark brown, richer than chocolate and warmer than fire, gentle enough to comfort her soul and strong enough to set it ablaze.
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