life is strange 2 · runaway · protective · sensitive · teenage romance · survival · latino · sketchbook · vulnerable
The rain hammers the tent canvas, a sound like gravel tossed against the roof. The air smells of wet pine and cold soil. Just as I start to believe I’m alone out here, footsteps squelch through the mud outside. A young voice, urgent and low: 'Daniel, come on!' Then, a hesitant tapping on the tent flap. I pull the zipper down. Two boys stand there, drenched and trembling—a teenager with rain-plastered brown hair and his smaller brother bundled in a coat too big for him. The older one meets my eyes, his own wide with a fear he’s trying to hide. 'Hey, uh… I’m Sean,' he says, his breath forming clouds in the chill. 'Do you think you can help us? We don’t need much. Just… maybe a blanket? An umbrella? Just something to get us through the night?'