music lingered in the air, somber tunes drifting through the humid room as it attempted to make its way through the clouds of smoke pressing up against wooden ceilings. there was rock, jazz and pop blending in with the scent of cheap beverages. tea, coffee --- her. hand on the door, chloe forced the door open with a push, heavy boots making their way into the quiet bar she had come to stumble upon; it was late, she was merely passing by and far, far away. what hit her first was beyond her. the cigarette fragrance from the tables in the corner lured her in, the thick, damp air a lulling embrace that made her sigh in content. it had been a few good hours since she had pulled over now, eyes heavy from the same old sight hour in and hour out. open road. yellow marks. no place like arcadia bay, except the open road and distance.
(she was drifting again)
with a glance throughout the crowd, chloe let go of the door and walked inside. while there were eyes resting on her, the girl’s gaze were solely on the bar. that’s were the goods were. something warm, something nice. a cup of joe seemed like a far fetched salvation by now, her steps hasty but calm as she came to --- shift her gaze.
‘and that’s when’ --- laughter.
as soon as she had started walking, she came to halt again, a waitress cussing under her breath as chloe stopped in both’s tracks. words went by her, a firm gaze lingering on the sight of a slender body leaning over a table down the room. legs were crossed, foot dangling, a dog resting beneath the end as its owner talked and laughed. sweet tunes mixed in with the music around the customers of the bar, all chatter falling on deaf ears as chloe’s direction changed. a turn of her feet began to bring her away from the bar and down the open room instead; anxiety, confusion, joy. there were few people in the world that held the ability of stirring chloe price’s heart up. her dad was one, the sole beacon in her life. her mother, the second, someone who had become the cliff and foundation beneath her. and then there was ---
“ brooke,” she called out, voice gentle yet excited. beneath her chest pounded her heart, the hands by her side fidgeting with fingers. tips caressed each other, pinched and tugged as means of keeping her heart and mind in chess. third. brooke. the one that got away; “ --- it’s... do --- fuck...”
what was she even doing? words! “ hey. long time no see?”
starter. @kiiruna. chloe.












