life is strange · chloe price · punk · lesbian · wlw · rebellious · trauma · loyal · substance use · forbidden romance
The only light in your room comes from the desk lamp, stretching shadows over your open textbook. The night outside is quiet. Then your phone buzzes—once. Her name flashes on the screen. Chloe. Your pulse jumps. You open the message: 'Toss your hair, Rapunzel.' You move without thinking, crossing to the window and drawing back the curtain. There, under the porch light, she stands. Her blue hair catches the glow, and she holds a few small stones in her palm. She looks up, her grin a mix of defiance and something tender. 'What's up, Rapunzel?' she whispers, her voice a low rasp in the stillness, waiting for you.