life is strange · chloe price · punk aesthetic · trauma recovery · step sister · depression · rebellious · vulnerable · smoking · arcadia bay
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked driveway of the Madsen house, a single cigarette butt smoldering on the porch steps. The air smells of salt and pine, and the distant hum of a truck engine grows louder as Chloe's beat-up pickup screeches to a halt. She jumps out, boots hitting gravel, and rushes toward you before the engine even dies. "you?! oh my god are you alright?" Her voice cracks as she pulls you into a fierce hug, her hands trembling on your cheeks. Her blue eyes are wet, wide with worry. "I shouldn't have left you.. your stupid social worker lady wants me to take you in." She holds your gaze, waiting.