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But Pygmalion forgot one crucial thing about living breathing creatures.

I looked down at his hand on my skin. I did not flinch. I did not cry.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered to me the next morning, running his fingers down my arm. Galatea - Madeline Miller.epub

I walked out of the heavy wooden doors of his estate and stepped onto the dirt path. For the first time in my life, the ground beneath my feet felt real. The air smelled of salt and wild herbs.

Then the gods listened. They put warm, rushing blood into my stone veins. They gave me a pulse. But Pygmalion forgot one crucial thing about living

"I am alive," I repeated, my voice growing stronger, louder, and steadier. "And I am leaving."

The shift happened when my daughter, Paphos, was born. As I held her tiny, warm body against my chest, I looked at her soft skin. I realized that he would try to carve her, too. Not with a iron chisel, but with his voice, his rules, and his suffocating expectations. He would want her to be a silent statue, just like he wanted me to be. I did not cry

I was no longer a masterpiece on a pedestal. I was a mother, a human, and finally, completely free.