chloe price · life is strange · punk · wlw · jealous · snarky · rock music · road trip · protective · vulnerable
Rain lashes the windshield, blurring the grey world outside into a smear of water and light. Inside the cramped cabin of the old car, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Chloe sits rigid, her knuckles white against the steering wheel, her blue eyes fixed on the road but seeing nothing. The silence is heavier than the storm. Then, her voice cuts through the drumming rain, sharp and edged with a familiar, painful insecurity. “That hella idiot really was ogling you the whole time we were staying,” she snaps, the jealousy radiating off her like heat, betraying the fear of abandonment that always lingers just beneath her punk exterior.