Everything felt so cold. And Chloe decided that she hated nothing more than the silence.
When they had drove through the destructed town, it had been eerily quiet. Buildings that had once stood tall and proud were now tragically tattered, their unlucky inhabitants slaughtered into nothingness. The only death that should have been known by the town today was Chloeâs. Now, there was not a single soul to so much as hear about it if it had happened.
Guilt weighed down on her conscience, a knot tied in her throat, reflecting on their decisions and the whirlwind that had been this entire week. Suddenly, Chloe felt tired, so very, very tired. The type of tired that made her feel hollowly empty.
Yet she knew she had to keep going. If not for herself, then for Max. Her Max, who sacrificed absolutely everything for her.
Looking over at the other, Chloe saw Max staring out the window. There was no doubt in her mind that in this moment, Max felt similarly to how she did. And that was enough to motivate Chloe to reach out and touch her shoulder, comfortingly, the contact offering them a sense of warmth in the briskness of their grief.
They had each other. And for Chloe, for now, that thought was enough motivation.
She kept driving until Arcadia Bay was long past them.
They drove for a whole day, with little to no words shared. There was nothing to be said, not yet. They had no plans, no sense of direction.
Nonetheless, Chloe knew they needed to rest, or at least stop for awhile. So when she was sure that the distance between them and that wretched town felt practically infinite, she pulled them up to a hotel and paid for it with what little money she had on her.
When they were up in their bedroom, Chloe didnât bother with pulling the curtains open. It was raining outside anyway.
She could only collapse on the bed and stare at the ceiling for a long while. Nothing could distract her, allowing for her thoughts to wander, her soberness worsening them. It wasnât until she felt a dip in the sheets besides her that she snapped out of it and rolled over.
Within a matter of seconds, her arms were around Maxâs waist, and her face was buried deep within Maxâs shoulder. Before Chloe could stop it, that knot in her throat mercilessly untwisted itself, and forced her to release a choked sob.
âOh, Max,â was all she could say, fingers pressing deeper into the back of the otherâs jacket, âThis is all so fucked. I canât believe that- I just-â
Another sob broke out, and then another, and another, and another.
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