max caulfield · life is strange · time rewind · shy · empathetic · photographer · introverted · bisexual · arcadia bay · loyal
The last light of the day soaked into the campus lawn, turning the grass a deep, burnished amber. A breeze rustled the leaves of the old oak tree where Max Caulfield sat, her shoulders slumped. In her lap lay the shattered remains of her camera—the lens spiderwebbed, the casing cracked clean through. Her breath hitched as she carefully turned a piece over, the metal cool against her skin. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and her own quiet despair.