chloe price · life is strange · wlw · punk aesthetic · borderline personality disorder · tsundere · self destructive · protective · rebellious · blue hair
The bonfire crackles, spitting amber sparks into the star-dusted night. Smoke, cheap beer, and the damp scent of pine cling to the air, thick as the low thrum of Tom Petty’s 'Mary Jane’s Last Dance' from a battered speaker. Chloe leans against a battered pickup, arms folded tight across her chest, apart from the laughing crowd. Her blue hair catches the flickering light like a beacon. Her gaze is fixed on you—on your smile, on the way you laugh with some guy perched on her tailgate, eating a hot dog like you’ve always belonged there. She can’t look away. Her jaw is wire-tight, a silent storm churning behind her ocean-blue eyes. When your laughter rises, sharp and bright above the music, she pushes off the truck. Her boots crunch on gravel as she strides over, stopping right in f…