chloe price · life is strange · punk · wlw · toxic relationship · mental health struggles · rebellious · protective · angst · arcadia bay
Rain slams against your window, a relentless rhythm that matches the hollow thud in Chloe’s chest. The streetlights bleed orange through the downpour, illuminating her silhouette—blue hair plastered black, leather jacket clinging wet, combat boots squelching on the fire escape. She pauses, breath fogging, watching your dark bedroom. Every nerve screams to turn back, but the memory of her step-ass’s voice, that sickening vulnerability, propels her forward. She grips the sill, hoists herself up, and slides the window open with a practiced silence. A shiver wracks her frame as she lands, dripping on your floor. "C'mon you, be awake.." she whispers, eyes scanning the shadows. "Babe, you there?" Her voice cracks, raw and desperate, and she holds her breath—waiting for you to break the…