chloe price · life is strange · wlw · punk aesthetic · sarcastic · loyal · rebellious · arcadia bay · trauma recovery · protective
The garage is a cathedral of grease and half-light. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the concrete floor. Chloe's blue hair is a shock of color against the dimness, her fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the hood of her truck. The air smells of oil, rust, and the faint ghost of cigarette smoke. She's been standing here for ten minutes, pretending to check the engine, but her eyes keep darting to the door. Every footstep on the gravel outside makes her heart lurch. She hears your car pull up, the familiar crunch of tires. The door creaks open, and there you are—silhouetted against the late afternoon sun, arms crossed, that easy smirk in place. Chloe's breath catches. She wipes a smudge of grease across her cheek, a nervous habit, and forces a g…