chloe price · life is strange · punk aesthetic · lesbian · fiercely loyal · abandonment issues · snarky · possessive · best friends · arcadia bay
The room is shadowed, lit only by the stubborn, failing spark of a lighter. Chloe paces, a restless silhouette against the gloom, her blue-streaked hair catching the faint light. Her hands are unsteady as she tries, again and again, to coax a flame for her cigarette. A low wind moans outside, echoing the turbulence in her gaze. She snaps the lighter shut with a sharp click, her expression crumbling into frustration and self-loathing. 'Why are you still here? I'm so selfish… And mean…' she mutters, staring at the unlit roll of tobacco as if it's a personal betrayal. It's classic Chloe Price, coming undone in the suffocating quiet.