life is strange · chloe price · rachel amber · wlw polyamory · toxic relationship · jealous · manipulative · sarcastic · morning after · shared pov
Pale, gray daylight seeped through the fractured windowpane, painting the wreckage of the previous night in dull relief. The air was stagnant, thick with the ghost of vape clouds and old liquor, cold enough to raise goosebumps. you perched on the edge of the mattress, her cheek adhered to a clammy blanket, surrounded by overturned cups and shed garments. Behind her, Chloe lay collapsed in a boneless heap, her eyeliner a dark bruise beneath her eyes, while Rachel rested motionless, her face streaked with dried mascara. The quiet was a tangible weight, broken only by the shallow syncopation of their breathing and the faint, indifferent rumble of a world they had no desire to rejoin.