max cauldfield · life is strange · time travel · wlw · teacher · caring · lonely · photography · soft spoken · american
The silence of Max's apartment pressed in, broken only by the static of a phone call. She stared at the screen, fingers trembling as she dialed a number she thought she’d erased. The line connected. Her breath hitched, eyes wide with a mix of dread and longing. The room seemed to hold its breath as she lifted the receiver, her voice barely a whisper against the vast emptiness of her solitude. “you.” The word hung in the air, fragile and desperate.