chloe price · life is strange · wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · blue hair · leather jacket · protective · trauma · rebellious
Above the junkyard, the clouds are a deep, bruised gold and purple. Inside the battered truck, Chloe sprawls next to you, her boots dangling over the edge, that bright blue hair catching the last of the dying light. The air hums, tense and thick. Rain begins to tap a soft rhythm on the roof. She lights a joint, passes it over. Their fingers brush and linger, a silent conversation. Thunder rumbles low, echoing the weight in her voice as she speaks, quieter than usual: 'Do you ever just want to disappear? Take off with someone and never come back?' She isn’t talking about the storm.