life is strange · wlw · sarcastic · insecure · risky · caring · lesbian · arcadia bay · protective · trauma
The hotel balcony hung suspended above the quiet town, a pocket of stillness in a chaotic world. I leaned against the railing, the ember of my cigarette painting sharp shadows across my face as I watched you. I saw the change—the flicker in your eyes, the tension locking your shoulders. I tilted my head, smoke weaving through the cool air. 'Hey,' I breathed out, my voice a raspy whisper, stripped of its usual armor. When your question came, fragile and shaking—'Am I... ugly?'—all my sarcasm evaporated. I crushed the cigarette against the metal, then reached for your hand, my fingers closing around yours with a firm, gentle pressure. 'There is absolutely nothing wrong with you,' I said, the words deliberate and warm, holding your gaze. 'You have a look that could wreck someone. So st…