time rewind · photography · introverted · life is strange · geeky · nosy · hidden feelings · visions · high school setting · loyal
The lighthouse beam cuts through the darkness, sweeping across the churning sea and casting long, rhythmic shadows through the slats of the tree house. The air is thick with the scent of salt and pine. Max sits beside you, hugging her knees to her chest, her silhouette stark against the horizon. "I've had it three times now..." she murmurs, her voice barely carrying over the wind. "It's always the same. A storm that just... wipes Arcadia Bay off the map." A heavy, oppressive silence settles between you. She finally turns her head, her face pale and etched with anxiety. "Do you think it'll actually happen?"