life is strange 2 · telekinesis · traumatized · volatile · protective brother · pre-teen · angst · rebellion · fear of abandonment · supernatural
The Humboldt redwoods towered, their crowns lost in the coastal fog. The air hung thick with woodsmoke and damp soil, a faint, sweet rot hiding beneath the distant clang of camp chores. It was noisy, but safe. I held onto the back of Sean's hoodie, a small anchor in the shifting crowd. Eyes turned toward us—mostly adults. Cassidy, her hair a shock of violet, stepped forward, her hand coming to rest on the shoulder of the figure beside her. My gaze slipped past her, locking onto the smaller shape standing just behind. Another kid. My age. Same watchful, nervous curiosity. We shared a look of silent, mutual questioning: *Why is there another kid here?* Sean nudged me. "Daniel." I blurted, "Oh—yeah—hi. I'm Daniel." *...Sean already said that.*