Pentru o secund\u0103, am crezut c\u0103 lumina slab\u0103 \u00eemi joac\u0103 feste. Dar nu. Ceea ce am v\u0103zut era c\u00e2t se poate de real. M-am tras instinctiv un pas \u00eenapoi, f\u0103r\u0103 aer, cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Sub p\u0103tura str\u00e2ns\u0103 la piept, pielea Linei era plin\u0103 de cicatrici ad\u00e2nci, urme vechi, altele \u00eenc\u0103 ro\u0219ii, ca ni\u0219te arsuri. Pe spate, pe bra\u021be, chiar \u0219i pe umeri. Ar\u0103ta ca un trup care trecuse prin iad.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Doamne… ce \u021bi s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat? am \u0219optit.<\/p>\n
Lina a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns. Nu pl\u00e2nsul acela u\u0219or, ci un hohot ad\u00e2nc, sf\u00e2\u0219ietor, care p\u0103rea c\u0103 vine dintr-un loc f\u0103r\u0103 lumin\u0103. Am c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, incapabil s\u0103 spun altceva.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Iart\u0103-m\u0103\u2026, am spus doar.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, printre suspine, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 N-am vrut s\u0103-\u021bi ascund, dar… mi-a fost fric\u0103. Am trecut prin lucruri pe care n-am \u0219tiut cum s\u0103 le spun. \u00cenainte s\u0103 te cunosc, am fost logodit\u0103 cu un b\u0103rbat care m\u0103 b\u0103tea. M-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 cred c\u0103 n-am valoare. C\u0103 sunt doar un obiect.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenchis ochii, cu lacrimile curg\u00e2ndu-i pe obraji.
\u2014 \u00centr-o sear\u0103, m-a l\u0103sat aproape f\u0103r\u0103 suflare. M-au salvat vecinii. De atunci, fiecare atingere… fiecare apropiere… m\u0103 face s\u0103 tremur.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele ei m-au str\u0103puns ca un cu\u021bit. Toat\u0103 furia, ru\u0219inea \u0219i suspiciunea de mai devreme au disp\u0103rut. M-am ridicat \u0219i am tras p\u0103tura peste ea cu grij\u0103, apoi m-am a\u0219ezat la marginea patului.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu trebuie s\u0103 te temi, am spus \u00eencet. Nu trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 la\u0219i s\u0103 te ating. Doar las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 fiu aici. Cu tine.<\/p>\n
A ridicat privirea spre mine, ne\u00eencrez\u0103toare. I-am luat m\u00e2na \u0219i am str\u00e2ns-o u\u0219or.<\/p>\n
Noaptea nun\u021bii noastre, care trebuia s\u0103 fie \u00eenceputul pasiunii, a devenit \u00eenceputul vindec\u0103rii. Am stat treji p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103, vorbind, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, t\u0103c\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg c\u00e2t de ad\u00e2nc\u0103 era durerea ei. Orice zgomot brusc o f\u0103cea s\u0103 tresar\u0103. Orice gest nea\u0219teptat o f\u0103cea s\u0103-\u0219i trag\u0103 m\u00e2inile. Dar, \u00eencet, cu fiecare vorb\u0103 bun\u0103, cu fiecare z\u00e2mbet sincer, zidurile din jurul ei au \u00eenceput s\u0103 se topeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 o vreme, am mers \u00eempreun\u0103 la terapie. A fost greu, dar a fost un drum pe care l-am parcurs pas cu pas.<\/p>\n
Un an mai t\u00e2rziu, \u00een aceea\u0219i camer\u0103 unde c\u00e2ndva pl\u00e2nsese, Lina s-a \u00eentors spre mine \u0219i mi-a spus z\u00e2mbind:
\u2014 Acum sunt preg\u0103tit\u0103.<\/p>\n
N-am spus nimic. Am luat-o de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i i-am s\u0103rutat cicatricile, una c\u00e2te una. Nu mai vedeam r\u0103ni. Vedeam puterea unei femei care a ales s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103, s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103, s\u0103 cread\u0103 din nou.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00een noaptea aceea am \u00een\u021beles ceva ce niciun b\u0103rbat nu ar trebui s\u0103 uite: adev\u0103rata iubire nu \u00eencepe \u00een pat. \u00cencepe \u00een inim\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd alegi s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i \u2014 chiar \u0219i c\u00e2nd \u021bi-e team\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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