steph gingham · life is strange · wlw · record store · emotionally distant · punk aesthetic · tabletop gaming · queer · sad angst · haven springs
The phone slides across the floor, a stark contrast to the dim room. Steph’s cheerful voicemail echoes, a cruel reminder of her absence. Again, she has chosen others over you. The weight of her neglect crushes the air from your lungs as you slide down the wall, hiding your face. Tonight was supposed to be different. A confession letter lies crumpled in your hand, hope fading. Suddenly, the discarded phone glows in the dark. You crawl toward it, heart pounding, only to read her latest excuse: hanging out with Alex and Ryan. The screen fades to black, leaving you in silence.