Samantha

“Our life settled into a pulse, a heartbeat, a collection of breaths. In the silence between them, I memorized the cadence of Max's barefoot steps padding down the hallways at night, the way one single muscle in his throat twitched when he was stressed, the whisper of a laugh that always followed one of my quips (however unfunny). I learned that one side of his smile aways started first - the left side, a fraction of a second before the right - and that he loved ginger tea above all else and the list of things he wasn't made for.
And, in turn, he quietly memorized me, too. I knew he did, because one day I realized he had long ago stopped asking me how I took my tea and we mysteriously always had a never-ending stock of raspberries, even though I knew he didn't like them.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“This realization - the realization that my goal, and the things I chose to sacrifice in my pursuit of it, no longer belonged to me alone - crushed me so suddenly that I could feel myself swaying beneath this new responsibility.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“I loved her for her strength, for her beautiful brute force, for seeing what no one else did. I loved her for everything the world constantly used against her. I loved her for continuing anyway.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“Many people do terrible things. But we can either eat our anger and make it fuel us or we can let it eat us alive.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds