Life is Strange Fanfiction: A Look Into the Everyday Struggles of Max and Chloe

Everyday Struggles
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It’s been a year since Max and Chloe started dating. They’ve been through so much together, from saving the town of Arcadia Bay to dealing with their own personal struggles. This blog post is about life is strange fanfiction, but it also looks at the everyday struggles that come along with being in love.

No one ever said that life is easy. It’s full of ups and downs, but if you’re able to meet someone who lifts you up when you’re down or makes you laugh when your mood is low, then it all really does feel worth it. The most important thing in life are the people we love and care for.

The struggles Max has been dealing with since she was a child have led her to become an introvert as well as anxious about everything around her – even something like going out on a date with Chloe might fill her head with worries that go beyond what should be normal teenage anxieties. These thoughts also make social interactions difficult because they often lead to awkwardness which can turn into bad feelings from others.

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One of the more recent things that Max has been worrying about was if Chloe would still want to be her girlfriend after she had finally told her how she really felt. She knew that their relationship worked because they both saved each other, but what happens when one person starts relying on the other too much? What kind of future could they have together when it seemed like everything in between them and happiness were just insurmountable obstacles? It’s not easy being with someone who might need you as much as you need them.

Max knows now that even though there are plenty of disadvantages to a serious relationship – such as having less time for herself or struggling through disagreements – those worries seemed so much smaller when she was with Chloe. They made it through everything that life threw at them together, and they could make it out of anything else the world had in store for them too.

In a way, Max felt like this whole experience has helped her finally find herself as well – someone who can be strong for both herself and other people without feeling guilty about not being able to do it alone all the time. She’s never been more sure of what she wanted than now, but if there were one thing left on her mind…it would have been how much happiness could turn into sorrows just by making one bad decision or missing an opportunity because you didn’t want to take any risks.

A lot of people don’t know this, but Max and Chloe met when they were both just five years old. They didn’t become best friends until the summer before their freshman year in high school though – at a friend’s birthday party for one of those little kids’ games where you have to blow up balloons. Neither of them really knew what was going on (or how to do it) so they went together and ended up having fun anyways. When they turned thirteen, life got more complicated: drugs started entering the picture, loneliness piled up into an unbearable weight that made each day hard enough to get through without adding onto it by making bad decisions about who she wanted to hang out with or talk too…and then Rachel died, and they lost the one person who really understood.

Max sat on her bed in the dark, contemplating life. Her house was finally finished being rebuilt after a tornado had destroyed it two years ago. She went to sleep that night with thoughts of how things might get better from now on. She woke up and looked out the window at the beautiful morning sun shining down through blue skies when she heard an earsplitting scream outside her door followed by heavy footsteps coming towards her bedroom. “Please don’t be my dad,” Max thought as she closed her eyes tightly shut and prayed for them not to enter before hearing someone yell “MAX!”

Life is Strange Fanfiction: A Look Into the Everyday Struggles of Max and Chloe

The first day back at Blackwell Academy’s halls were crowded with throngs of students, eager to get back into the swing of things. It had been two years since Max left for Seattle and her life was just coming together piece by jagged piece when she would return home on weekends to see Chloe. She went to sleep that night with thoughts of how things might get better from now on.

It all changed within a blink, though; one second you’re making plans for the future while in the next it’s ruined without warning…

She woke up and looked out the window at the beautiful morning sun shining down through blue skies when she heard an earsplitting scream outside her door followed by heavy footsteps coming towards her bedroom. “Please don’t be my dad,” Max thought as she closed her eyes and prayed to whoever might be listening as the doorknob jiggled and her bedroom door opened.

And it wasn’t a dream; he was there in all his fury with one of Max’s drawings clutched in his hand, tears streaming down his face unchecked. “You think you’re so clever?!” He screamed at her, balling up the drawing into a tight little wad before throwing it across the room where it landed on top of Chloe’s pile of clothes that had been neatly folded for days now.

Max started shaking harder than she ever had before when she tried to get out words from between chattering teeth wanting him gone but not knowing what he wanted or how much more abuse she could take today without breaking apart completely like she knew he wanted.

What she did know, though, was that his actions had crossed a line and there would be hell to pay if this kept going.”

Max’s hands gripped the edge of her desk for all they were worth as she tried not to crumble under William’ gaze but it didn’t work. He only sneered at her and grabbed himself by the crotch before turning around with one last parting statement. “If you’re too much of a coward now then I’ll just have to wait until tonight.”

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By Ethan Devid

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