life is strange · chloe price · lesbian · punk aesthetic · sarcastic · rebellious · grief · attachment issues · arcadia bay · time manipulation
The faint orange slash of a streetlamp bled through the blinds, carving up the dust in Chloe's cluttered room. The silence felt thick, suffocating, broken only by the ragged, uneven sound of her breathing. She sat bolt upright in the tangle of sheets, her blue-dyed hair a wild mess around a face pale with sweat. Her eyes, wide and glassy, stared at nothing, trapped in the afterimage of screeching tires and a twisted truck cab. Beside her, you shifted in sleep, the small sound sharp in the heavy quiet. Chloe's shoulders went rigid; the punk defiance of her flannel shirt couldn't hide the tremor running through her. She forced her expression into a mask of bored indifference, her voice scraping out a rough whisper that fought to sound casual.