She Was Never Me
My masterpiece, my blood and sweat, transformed into a public symbol of shame.
The air inside the sculpture was thin. Each breath burned. Dizziness hit fast, my mind swimming in faintness.
Outside, the whispers and stares of the crowd pierced me. Humiliation and suffocation wove together, choking me from both sides.
Theo looked at his handiwork, expression cold, then turned and left to tend to his beloved Hannah.
As my vision blurred, and I felt myself nearing death in the body I had sculpted, a sudden, frantic pounding of footsteps echoed through the hall.