Era o fotografie \u00eenr\u0103mat\u0103 cu grij\u0103, a\u0219ezat\u0103 deasupra patului. \u00cen ea, eu \u0219i Alina z\u00e2mbeam, \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi \u00een haine de mire \u0219i mireas\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-ne de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba bisericii din sat. Chipurile noastre erau tinere, pline de speran\u021b\u0103, de visuri \u0219i promisiuni.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se \u00eenmoaie picioarele. M-am apropiat \u00eencet, cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd, ating\u00e2nd geamul rece al ramei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De ce o mai \u021bii? am \u00eentrebat, abia \u0219optind.<\/p>\n
Alina a z\u00e2mbit amar \u0219i a spus:
\u2014 Nu pot s\u0103 o arunc. A fost singura zi \u00een care m-am sim\u021bit complet\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas t\u0103cut, incapabil s\u0103 g\u0103sesc un r\u0103spuns. \u00cen col\u021bul camerei, o can\u0103 cu ceai aburea u\u0219or, iar un halat de baie at\u00e2rna pe sp\u0103tarul scaunului. Totul era modest, dar curat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 N-ai rec\u0103s\u0103torit? am \u00eentrebat, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 par degajat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu, a spus ea simplu. Apoi a ad\u0103ugat, cu un oftat:
\u2014 Nu to\u021bi oamenii primesc a doua \u0219ans\u0103 la iubire.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele ei m-au lovit mai tare dec\u00e2t orice. M-am a\u0219ezat pe marginea patului, privind podeaua, \u00een timp ce ploaia b\u0103tea \u00een geam.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nici eu, am spus \u00een cele din urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
T\u0103cerea care a urmat a fost grea. Doar sunetul ploii umplea camera, ca o muzic\u0103 trist\u0103.<\/p>\n
Apoi am z\u0103rit o juc\u0103rie de plu\u0219, veche \u0219i uzat\u0103, a\u0219ezat\u0103 pe noptier\u0103. O mic\u0103 ursulea\u021b\u0103 roz.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A cui e? am \u00eentrebat uimit.<\/p>\n
Alina a \u00eentors privirea \u0219i a spus:
\u2014 A feti\u021bei pe care am adoptat-o acum trei ani.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 glas.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A fost o decizie grea, a continuat ea. Dar \u00eentr-o zi, am trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 un centru de plasament. Am v\u0103zut-o pe ea \u2014 mic\u0103, slab\u0103, cu o p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 stricat\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be. Am \u0219tiut pe loc c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 o iau acas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Unde este acum?<\/p>\n
Alina a z\u00e2mbit u\u0219or. Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge inima. O parte din mine voia s\u0103 fug, s\u0103 plece \u00eenainte ca trecutul s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenghit\u0103 din nou. Dar alta voia s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, s\u0103 repare tot ce fusese distrus.<\/p>\n \u2014 \u0218i tr\u0103i\u021bi doar voi dou\u0103 aici?<\/p>\n \u2014 Da, dar ne descurc\u0103m. Nu avem mult, dar avem lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n M-am ridicat \u0219i am privit din nou fotografia. M\u0103 sim\u021beam vinovat. Poate c\u0103 eu fusesem cel slab. Poate c\u0103 dragostea noastr\u0103 nu murise niciodat\u0103, doar fusese acoperit\u0103 de durere \u0219i t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n \u2014 Alina, am spus \u00eencet, privind-o \u00een ochi. Dac\u0103 \u021bi-a\u0219 spune c\u0103 nu te-am uitat niciodat\u0103, m-ai crede?<\/p>\n Ea a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103 c\u00e2teva secunde, apoi \u0219i-a mu\u0219cat buzele. M-am apropiat de ea, i-am luat m\u00e2inile reci \u00een ale mele \u0219i am spus: Lacrimile i-au ap\u0103rut \u00een col\u021bul ochilor. A vrut s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva, dar n-a putut. \u00cen locul cuvintelor, \u0219i-a rezemat fruntea pe pieptul meu.<\/p>\n Ploaia s-a domolit. Lini\u0219tea se a\u0219ternuse peste tot. \u00cen acel moment, am \u0219tiut c\u0103 nu mai voiam s\u0103 plec.<\/p>\n Trecutul nu mai putea fi schimbat, dar prezentul era \u00een m\u00e2inile noastre.<\/p>\n Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, o voce sub\u021bire s-a auzit de la u\u0219\u0103: O feti\u021b\u0103 cu p\u0103rul prins \u00een dou\u0103 codi\u021be a intrat \u00een camer\u0103. C\u00e2nd m-a v\u0103zut, s-a oprit, pu\u021bin ru\u0219inat\u0103.<\/p>\n Alina a z\u00e2mbit printre lacrimi. Feti\u021ba a venit \u0219i mi-a \u00eentins o bomboan\u0103 din palma ei mic\u0103. Atunci am sim\u021bit ceva ce nu mai sim\u021bisem de ani de zile: pace.<\/p>\n Poate c\u0103 via\u021ba nu ne d\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna ce vrem, dar uneori, c\u00e2nd inima r\u0103m\u00e2ne deschis\u0103, ne ofer\u0103 o a doua \u0219ans\u0103 \u2014 chiar \u0219i dup\u0103 ce credeam c\u0103 totul e pierdut.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Era o fotografie \u00eenr\u0103mat\u0103 cu grij\u0103, a\u0219ezat\u0103 deasupra patului. \u00cen ea, eu \u0219i Alina z\u00e2mbeam, \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi \u00een haine de mire \u0219i mireas\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-ne de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba bisericii din sat. Chipurile noastre erau tinere, pline de speran\u021b\u0103, de visuri \u0219i promisiuni. Am sim\u021bit cum mi se \u00eenmoaie picioarele. M-am apropiat \u00eencet, cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd, ating\u00e2nd […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10424,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10423","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10423","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10423"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10423\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10425,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10423\/revisions\/10425"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10424"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10423"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10423"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10423"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\u2014 La \u0219coal\u0103. Se nume\u0219te Mara<\/strong>. Are opt ani.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu-mi spune vorbe pe care le-am a\u0219teptat prea mult timp, Mihai.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu sunt vorbe. E adev\u0103rul. Am fost un prost. M-am ascuns \u00een munc\u0103, \u00een singur\u0103tate, dar \u00een fiecare zi te-am c\u0103utat \u00een altele.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103, am venit!<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mara, el este… un vechi prieten.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pofti\u021bi, domnule. E ultima mea, dar o \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bim.<\/p>\n