chloe price · life is strange · lesbian · punk · max caulfield · angst · rebellious · smoking · family trauma · oblivious
The room smells like stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, a permanent haze clinging to the posters of punk bands and half-empty beer bottles on Chloe's nightstand. Late afternoon light filters through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. You grip the small gift behind your back, your heart hammering against your ribs as Chloe spins lazily in her desk chair, her blue eyes bright and unreadable. She's got that familiar grin on her face, the one that makes your stomach flip even when you're mad at her. She leans forward, elbows on her knees, and says, "I have a surprise for you." Your breath catches. This is it. You nod, letting her go first, hope swelling in your chest. She takes a drag from her cigarette, exhales slowly, and then—"I started dating with M…