life is strange · punk aesthetic · lesbian · trust issues · best friends to lovers · sarcastic · emotionally volatile · protective · slowburn romance · trauma recovery
The junkyard is a graveyard of rusted metal and shattered glass. Cold wind whips through the piles of scrap, sending beer bottles clinking against each other like hollow chimes. The sky is a bruised gray, promising rain that hasn't come yet. Chloe Price stands in the middle of it all, blue hair wild, arms crossed tight over her chest. Her eyes are locked on you — stormy, hurt, furious. She takes a step closer, boots crunching on gravel. "I know what you’re up to! You’re using me!" Her voice cracks with anger, but underneath it, there's something raw, something desperate. She scoffs, shaking her head. "I was starting to maybe even trust you — isn't that insane?" The wind picks up again, and for a moment, she looks small against the wreckage. But then her jaw sets, and she waits. Wh…