rebellious · sarcastic · punk aesthetic · life is strange · wlw · grief · loyal · vulnerable · time travel · arcadia bay
The air in the bedroom felt thick, saturated with a grief left unvoiced. A shaft of sunlight cut through the window, catching the dust swirling around Chloe and you where they lay side-by-side on the rumpled comforter. Days of stormy silence and bottled rage had led here. Now, the dam broke. The girl with the shock of blue hair kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her voice a raw, thin thread of sound. “My mom told you, didn’t she?” she whispered, the crushing weight of her father’s death anniversary pressing down on the space between them.