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“Lenore Dove, my rare and radiant girl…”

Even after 25 years, he never spoke of her in the past tense because he would see and talk to her in his dreams. He still remembers her poem after all these years.

I don’t think many LIS/pricefield fans realize that Chloe was meant to die.

chloe was supposed to die in the bathroom. there, i said it. throughout the story, chloe dies, or almost dies, and max has to go back in time to save her (often at her own personal expense). the last option is to either save chloe and destroy arcadia bay, or kill chloe, and dare i say the better choice is the latter. that was her destiny. her dying multiple times is the universe trying to right what was wrong—to correct the course of fate. max was trying to prevent the inevitable. if you destroy arcadia bay, what’s going to happen? max has to spend the rest of her life saving her friend from death, watching her die over and over? death and destruction will only follow them. also, ignoring the fact that chloe was a controlling, toxic friend (getting angry at max for answering a phone call from her suicidal friend), she didn’t like max anyway. there was definitely a time where she did, but she was really using max as a replacement for rachel. and, isn’t this truly the best option for all? chloe can be with rachel, as symbolized by the two butterflies at the funeral. everyone else gets to live. moreover, the entire point of the game is to let go. max brings on the ruin of her town because she couldn’t let go of her childhood best friend (and love, probably).

on a final note: chloe kind of begs max to kill her. if max saves chloe, chloe has to live with the guilt of being the cause of so much destruction.

“have you ever gotten everything you’ve ever wanted?”

there is something so inherently beautiful about weeds. despite being unwanted and hated, they still have the determination and grit to keep growing. no matter where, they will always persevere—in between the gaps in concrete sidewalks, the dark corners of gardens, the cracks between brick walls. through being trampled on daily and standing in the face of scorching sun or violent rain. against all odds, the weeds will bloom again.

forgive me if this post sucks, this is my first one ever so i’m still getting used to the formatting and stuff. 😭