Alina \u00ee\u0219i lu\u0103 haina de pe sp\u0103tar \u0219i ie\u0219i pe u\u0219\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se mai uite \u00eenapoi. Pa\u0219ii ei r\u0103sunau pe scara blocului, amestec\u00e2ndu-se cu ecoul propriei furii. Afar\u0103, v\u00e2ntul rece de toamn\u0103 o izbi \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, dar era o r\u0103ceal\u0103 care o trezi.<\/p>\n
Respira ad\u00e2nc, de parc\u0103 fiecare gur\u0103 de aer o cur\u0103\u021ba de umilin\u021b\u0103. Se opri l\u00e2ng\u0103 ma\u0219in\u0103, dar m\u00e2inile \u00eei tremurau prea tare ca s\u0103 g\u0103seasc\u0103 cheile. \u201eGata\u201d, \u00ee\u0219i spuse \u00een g\u00e2nd. \u201eDe data asta chiar e gata.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ajunsese la cap\u0103tul puterilor. Ani de zile \u00eencercase s\u0103 fie so\u021bia perfect\u0103: grijulie, lini\u0219tit\u0103, diplomat\u0103. \u00cenghi\u021bise vorbe grele, priviri dispre\u021buitoare \u0219i zeci de vizite ale soacrei care o trata ca pe o servitoare. Dar acum sim\u021bea c\u0103 a trecut o linie invizibil\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cel iubea pe Denis, sau cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a credea c\u00e2ndva. Dar omul pe care \u00eel iubea disp\u0103ruse undeva \u00eentre lipsa lui de curaj \u0219i dependen\u021ba de mama lui. De fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eencerca s\u0103 se impun\u0103, el t\u0103cea. Sau mai r\u0103u, r\u00e2dea.<\/p>\n
A intrat \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i a pornit motorul. F\u0103r\u0103 plan, f\u0103r\u0103 destina\u021bie. Doar ea \u0219i t\u0103cerea. Conducea prin Bucure\u0219tiul luminat, printre oameni gr\u0103bi\u021bi, sim\u021bindu-se mai singur\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103. La un semafor, o femeie mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 travers\u0103 cu o saco\u0219\u0103 grea \u00een bra\u021be. O clip\u0103, Alina se g\u00e2ndi la propria mam\u0103, la sfaturile ei: \u201eNu tr\u0103i cu cineva care te mic\u0219oreaz\u0103, fat\u0103. Via\u021ba e prea scurt\u0103 pentru asta.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrima i se rostogoli pe obraz, dar nu era de durere, ci de eliberare. O sun\u0103 pe prietena ei cea mai bun\u0103, Ioana.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Po\u021bi s\u0103 vii la mine, \u2014 \u00eei zise Ioana f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 stea pe g\u00e2nduri. \u2014 Nu trebuie s\u0103 spui nimic acum. Doar vino.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva ore mai t\u00e2rziu, Alina st\u0103tea \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103ria Ioanei cu o can\u0103 de ceai \u00een fa\u021b\u0103. P\u0103rea c\u0103 a trecut o via\u021b\u0103 de la masa aceea tensionat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai f\u0103cut bine, \u2014 \u00eei spuse Ioana calm. \u2014 \u0218tii ce e mai r\u0103u dec\u00e2t un b\u0103rbat care te \u00een\u0219al\u0103? Un b\u0103rbat care te tr\u0103deaz\u0103 cu propria mam\u0103.<\/p>\n
Alina z\u00e2mbi amar.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 am puterea s-o iau de la cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai. \u0218i o s\u0103-\u021bi aminte\u0219ti cum e s\u0103 respiri f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 te sim\u021bi vinovat\u0103. O s\u0103-\u021bi iei via\u021ba \u00eenapoi, pas cu pas.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea noapte, Alina dormi ad\u00e2nc pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult\u0103 vreme. Diminea\u021ba urm\u0103toare, deschise telefonul \u0219i v\u0103zu o ploaie de mesaje de la Denis. Cereri de iertare, scuze, promisiuni.<\/p>\n
Ea citi tot, apoi \u0219terse conversa\u021bia f\u0103r\u0103 ezitare. A doua zi, \u00ee\u0219i deschise un cont nou doar pe numele ei, \u0219i-\u0219i c\u0103ut\u0103 un avocat.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd Ludmila afl\u0103, se isteriz\u0103 la telefon, dar Alina nu mai reac\u021biona. \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, nu mai tremura.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, st\u0103tea pe o teras\u0103 mic\u0103, cu o cafea aburind\u0103, privind soarele care r\u0103s\u0103rea peste ora\u0219. \u00cen spatele ei, o via\u021b\u0103 veche se stingea. \u00cen fa\u021b\u0103, \u00eencepea una nou\u0103 \u2014 lini\u0219tit\u0103, curat\u0103, a\u0219a cum \u00ee\u0219i dorise mereu.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 ani, Alina z\u00e2mbi din inim\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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