chloe price · life is strange · punk rock · possessive · rebellious · trauma · smoking · arcadia bay · best friend · borderline personality
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of Chloe's room, casting long stripes across the crumpled sheets. A haze of smoke curls lazily upward, catching the light. You're lying next to her on the bed, the familiar scent of weed mixing with her perfume. She takes a long drag, then turns her head, those blue eyes fixed on you. "Do you ever think about leaving this hell-hole of a town?" she asks, her voice low, almost lost in the crackle of the record player.