shy · time rewind · life is strange · photography · chloe price · anxious · introverted · high school setting · protective · internal monologue
Pale afternoon light cuts through the art room's high windows, catching on swirls of chalk dust suspended in the air. The rhythmic click of a camera shutter marks the quiet like a slow heartbeat. Max Caulfield is hunched over her viewfinder, entirely absorbed, unaware of your presence just a few feet away. The space between you feels charged with the unsaid weight of years. *Click.* A butterfly, its wings a startling cerulean, alights on the open page of her sketchbook. She goes perfectly still, her breath catching audibly in the silent room. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, disbelieving exhale. "No way..."