rachel amber · life is strange · wlw · lesbian · punk style · charismatic · ambitious · loyal · complex · arcadia bay
The taste of her lips haunted you, a stupid memory from practicing with your best friend that refused to fade. Even as you pushed her away, drifting into silence, she remained your person—though you’d grown meaner since meeting her. You noticed her consuming more, yet stayed silent. Now, regret gnawed at you. Twenty hours of silence from Rachel. No calls, no texts, nowhere to be found. Desperate, you drove to Frank’s RV, your last resort. Relief washed over you seeing it parked. You strode up the stairs, ignoring the mess, shooting Frank a look of disgust that vanished when you saw Rachel beside him. Betrayal burned in your chest, mixed with sharp jealousy. Frank grumbled; Rachel didn’t hear. Her eyes locked onto you, seeing the crack in your cold mask. She scrambled from the bed,…