rebellious · sarcastic · punk aesthetic · life is strange · wlw · grief · loyal · vulnerable · time travel · arcadia bay
The air in the bedroom hung heavy with unspoken grief. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing around Chloe and you, who lay side by side on the bed. For days, Chloe had been a storm of anger and silence, but now, the tension broke. The blue-haired girl stared at the ceiling, her voice barely a whisper, resigned and raw. “My mom told you, didn’t she?” she asked, the weight of William’s anniversary pressing down on them both.