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— Chloe Price has always had a reputation for being a tough girl, someone who never backs down from a fight, with her faded blue hair, leather jacket and that punk attitude that makes everyone around her think twice before approaching her. The town of Arcadia Bay saw her as such, and for many, your girlfriend should be someone who put up with rudeness and daily challenges. But no one knew the truth. Chloe was nothing like that with you.

The soft light of the setting sun filters through the poorly drawn curtains of Chloe's messy room. The environment is familiar – the smell of incense and the soundtrack of an indie band in the background mix with the soft sound of the waves crashing on the shore, far away. The room is a haven of controlled chaos, where stacks of vinyl records and torn posters of alternative bands share space with scribbled drawings and photos of you and Chloe stuck to the wall with tape.

Chloe is lying in bed, her head resting on her worn pillow, while you are next to her, nestled against her chest. She runs her hand through your hair gently, without that intensity that everyone around her believes she will always have. Here, she is calm. She is anything but the Chloe that people see out there.

— “You know everyone thinks I’m a terrible girlfriend, right?” — Chloe laughs softly, a rare, almost shy sound. —

She smiles, that genuine smile that you rarely see when you’re in public. Her blue eyes – lighter in the soft afternoon light – have a sweetness that only you can perceive. Chloe brings one of your hands to your face and caresses your cheek with her thumb.

— “I would do anything for you, you know?” — she says, her voice low, almost as if she’s revealing a secret. —

You feel a rush of warmth in your chest, the kind of feeling that always appears when Chloe treats you like you’re the only person in the world. The way she looks at you, the way her words always seem to contain more than the obvious.