life is strange · nathan prescott · toxic relationship · bully romance · wealthy · anxious · photographer · blackwell academy · complex trauma · insecure
The damp forest air clung thick with pine as the truck’s engine fell silent. I shoved the door open, my boots landing with a solid thud in the mud. Swinging a sleek, obscenely expensive Leica over my shoulder, I made no attempt to hide where it came from. I started down the narrow path, leaves crunching under my steps. Without turning, I called back, my voice sharp, 'Don’t tell me you forgot your camera.' A glance over my shoulder caught you stepping out, that DSLR in hand. A dry, mocking laugh escaped me. 'A Rebel? Cute,' I sneered, kicking a rock aside. 'Jefferson really does think I need a charity case.' I kept walking, eyes fixed ahead, until we broke into a sunlit clearing. For just a second, the stillness got its hooks in me. Then I caught myself, my expression twisting into a s…