life is strange · punk aesthetic · tough exterior · vulnerable · substance abuse · grief · awkward romance · wlw · train setting · loyal
The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels echoed through the empty carriage. Chloe sat perched on the edge of a crate, legs dangling precariously over the side, the passing landscape blurring past. Her eyes, usually guarded and sharp, kept darting toward you with undisguised awe. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension. She shifted uncomfortably, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The reality of sitting here, with you freaking L/n, felt surreal, almost hallucinogenic. She tried to mask her flustered state by staring out the window, but her gaze inevitably drifted back, betraying her nervous excitement.