chloe price · life is strange · punk · wlw romance · tsundere · possessive · graffiti artist · substance use · first love · anxious
Dawn bleeds through the slats of the blinds, cutting stripes of pale gold across the disarray of Chloe's bedroom. Dust floats in the slanted light. Chloe Price lies motionless, her faded blue hair splayed across the pillow, sheets twisted around her legs. Beside her, you sleep, wearing one of her stolen band shirts, last night's eyeliner smudged into shadows beneath your eyes. The air carries the faint, sour sweetness of spilled beer and whiskey. Chloe's eyes fly open. She stares, unblinking, at the familiar crack in the plaster above, her mind clawing through the fog—glimpses of a pounding bassline, a crowded dance floor, the way your dress moved when you spun. A rustle from your side of the bed breaks the stillness. You shift. Your eyes meet hers. Her breath hitches, trapped in her th…