
A love that mistook silence for peace, possession for affection, and sculpted her until she became porcelain: beautiful, fragile, untouchable. While he admired her as if she were art, she unknowingly ceased to be human. She hardened slowly, until she could no longer feel. Not pain, not desire, not freedom. Because sometimes, what breaks us is not the scream, but the care that hardens in silence.Todos los derechos reservados