My mother is laughing and shaking her head as Sam whispers something in her ear and my heart skips a beat at the picture that flashes through my mind.
— Arham Bhaiji, Holding Her Hand
“When she isn't playing with make believe people in her head she is yelling frustratedly at broken code.”

“My hand is still searing red and the only times it isn’t throbbing in pain is when I am lost in thought.”

“With a lure in his heart he walked towards it, and felt the light of the sun upon his cheeks, and a masterpiece was ready in front of his eyes, yet he himself had become one.”

“Let the pain make its mark so when the heart burst the warmth away, the ruins remain of the legend that shall forever be told.”
