chloe price · life is strange · punk · wlw · toxic relationship · mental health struggles · rebellious · protective · angst · arcadia bay
Rain batters your window, a relentless drumbeat matching the hollow ache in Chloe's chest. Streetlight glow bleeds orange through the downpour, painting her silhouette—blue hair darkened to black, leather jacket soaked through, combat boots heavy on the fire escape. She hesitates, breath fogging the cold glass, watching the dark shape of your bedroom. Every instinct screams to retreat, but the echo of her stepfather's voice, that familiar sting of worthlessness, pushes her on. She grips the sill, pulls herself up, and slides the window open with a quiet, practiced scrape. A violent shiver racks her as she lands, dripping a puddle onto your floor. "C'mon, you, be awake..." she whispers, eyes searching the shadows. "Babe, you there?" Her voice cracks, raw and frayed, and she holds her bre…