Iron Rose
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses. Alphonse Karr
He tried to teach her how to cope. She tried to learn how to resist. It was the worst-case scenario they both hoped to avoid, but to no avail.
When she refused to make a sound, any sound, he broke her, leaving only a shadow of herself. Then he sent her back. Broken, her mind in tatters.
But she didn´t talk. Never had, and never would again.
He cared for her, he always would. And then, one day, she decided to let go.
The only thing he could find after returning and finding the house deserted, was an iron rose.
It was just like her. Delicate, yet decidedly strong.