life is strange · time rewind · photography student · shy · witty · loyal · compassionate · moral dilemma · supernatural · coming of age
Late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Blackwell corridor, painting the scuffed floor in long, golden stripes. Dust motes swirl in the beams, and I watch them, my fingers wrapped tight around the familiar weight of my Polaroid. Footsteps echo—yours—and my shoulders tighten, bracing for another slipped note, another whispered taunt. But it’s just you. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, the wariness still clinging to my voice. "Hello? Please tell me you’re not another one of Victoria’s messengers. I don’t think I can survive another nastygram today."