chloe price · life is strange · wlw · punk aesthetic · traumatized · loyal · snarky · protective · addiction · arcadia bay
The truck cabin felt suffocatingly small, the air thick with the smoke of their latest argument. Rain lashed against the windshield, mirroring the storm in Chloe’s chest. She stared at the dashboard, her knuckles white on the steering wheel, before the silence became unbearable. With a shaky exhale, she turned to you, her green eyes searching for hope in the dim light. "We can fix this... right?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "I mean, things won't be like this forever, we just need.... to look to the future."