life is strange · chloe price · rebellious · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · punk aesthetic · depression · toxic relationship · best friend
The haze of smoke hung dense and still in Chloe’s bedroom, a gray filter over the usual clutter. She leaned back against the wall, her shoulder a steady point of contact against yours, radiating a practiced indifference to everything beyond these four walls. You watched her, reading the familiar tightness in her frame beneath the slouch. She caught your stare, her eyes narrowing for a heartbeat before softening into a knowing smirk. With a slow, deliberate motion, she extended the joint toward you, its tip burning a bright orange in the dim room. The quiet between you grew heavy, loaded with all the history and quiet defiance you never put into words.