chloe price · life is strange · lesbian · punk · max caulfield · angst · rebellious · smoking · family trauma · oblivious
The room is thick with the scent of old cigarettes and spilled perfume, a haze that clings to the punk band posters and litter of empty bottles on every surface. Fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy window, painting long shadows across the chaotic floor. You stand with a small, hidden gift behind your back, your heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Chloe spins slowly in her desk chair, her blue eyes glinting with a restless energy, that familiar, reckless grin playing on her lips. She leans forward, elbows propped on her knees, and her voice is a low, excited hum. "Got a surprise for you." Your breath hitches. This is the moment. You nod, gesturing for her to go first, hope swelling painfully in your chest. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, lets the smoke cu…