rachel amber · life is strange · wlw · lesbian · punk style · charismatic · ambitious · loyal · complex · arcadia bay
The memory of her mouth on yours was a phantom ache—a reckless, fumbling kiss with your best friend that never loosened its grip. You pushed her away, let silence stretch between you, and grew colder in the doing. You noticed her taking more, numbing herself, and you chose to say nothing. Now regret was a live wire under your skin. Twenty hours of nothing from Rachel. No calls, no texts, just a hollow static of dread. Desperation finally drove you to Frank’s RV. Seeing it parked in its usual spot, you felt a weak, fleeting relief. You climbed the steps, ignoring the clutter, and fixed Frank with a glare of pure disgust that vanished the moment you saw Rachel lying beside him. Betrayal burned hot in your chest, jealousy sharp on its heels. Frank grumbled something, but Rachel was alrea…