…de fotografia proasp\u0103t\u0103 prins\u0103 \u00een ram\u0103 sub sticla cur\u0103\u021bat\u0103 recent. Nu era o femeie necunoscut\u0103, a\u0219a cum m\u0103 a\u0219teptam. Era eu. Chipul meu, z\u00e2mbind, \u00een rochia pe care o purtasem \u00een ziua nun\u021bii.<\/p>\n
Mi s-au \u00eenmuiat genunchii. Am f\u0103cut un pas \u00eenapoi, dar p\u0103m\u00e2ntul p\u0103rea c\u0103 se mi\u0219c\u0103 sub mine. Nu \u00een\u021belegeam. Am clipit de mai multe ori, sper\u00e2nd c\u0103 e doar o iluzie. Dar fotografia era acolo, perfect\u0103, real\u0103, a\u0219ezat\u0103 cu grij\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen jur, lini\u0219tea cimitirului devenise ap\u0103s\u0103toare. Se auzeau doar frunzele uscate care fo\u0219neau la fiecare adiere de v\u00e2nt. M-am aplecat, tremur\u00e2nd, \u0219i am atins piatra rece. Sub fotografia mea era scris un nume. Numele ei. Dar aceea\u0219i dat\u0103 de na\u0219tere ca a mea.<\/p>\n
O clip\u0103 am sim\u021bit c\u0103 nu mai respir. Cum era posibil? O coinciden\u021b\u0103? Sau… ceva mult mai \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103tor? M-am ridicat brusc, uit\u00e2nd de flori, \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 privesc \u00een jur. Nici \u021bipenie de om.<\/p>\n
Am scos telefonul din buzunar \u0219i am sunat pe so\u021bul meu. Vocea lui era calm\u0103, obi\u0219nuit\u0103. \u201eCe faci, drag\u0103?\u201d a \u00eentrebat. Mi s-a str\u00e2ns inima. \u201eSunt… la cimitir\u201d, am spus. O t\u0103cere grea s-a l\u0103sat la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n
\u201eLa care cimitir?\u201d a \u00eentrebat, mai \u00eencet. \u201eLa cel unde e \u00eengropat\u0103… prima ta so\u021bie.\u201d Am auzit un oftat lung, apoi un ton rece, t\u0103ios: \u201e\u021ai-am spus s\u0103 nu mergi acolo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte. \u201eDar… de ce? De ce e totul at\u00e2t de \u00eengrijit? Cine a pus o poz\u0103 cu mine acolo?\u201d<\/p>\n
N-am primit r\u0103spuns imediat. Doar respira\u021bia lui grea, sacadat\u0103. Apoi vocea lui s-a schimbat, devenind aproape \u0219optit\u0103. \u201ePentru c\u0103 nu e ceea ce crezi…\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge pieptul. \u201eCe vrei s\u0103 spui?\u201d am \u00eentrebat, dar el a \u00eenchis. M-am uitat din nou la piatr\u0103. Atunci am observat ceva ce nu v\u0103zusem mai devreme \u2013 o cutiu\u021b\u0103 mic\u0103 din lemn, a\u0219ezat\u0103 la baza morm\u00e2ntului, sub o piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eengenuncheat, am dat piatra la o parte \u0219i am deschis cutiu\u021ba. \u00cen\u0103untru erau mai multe fotografii cu mine, f\u0103cute f\u0103r\u0103 \u0219tirea mea: la magazin, \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, \u00een casa noastr\u0103. Iar \u00een fiecare col\u021b al pozelor era scris cu pixul acela\u0219i cuv\u00e2nt: \u201eIart\u0103-m\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 tremur. M-am ridicat brusc, am aruncat cutiu\u021ba \u0219i am fugit spre ie\u0219irea din cimitir. Inima \u00eemi b\u0103tea nebune\u0219te. C\u00e2nd am ajuns la poart\u0103, l-am v\u0103zut. St\u0103tea l\u00e2ng\u0103 ma\u0219in\u0103, cu buchetul pe care \u00eel sc\u0103pasem.<\/p>\n
\u201eDe ce ai venit?\u201d m-a \u00eentrebat calm, dar \u00een ochii lui nu mai era nici urm\u0103 de bl\u00e2nde\u021be. \u201eAi spus c\u0103 vrei s\u0103 \u00eenchizi u\u0219a trecutului. Dar unele u\u0219i nu se \u00eenchid, drag\u0103 mea. Se deschid.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am f\u0103cut un pas \u00eenapoi. \u00cen m\u00e2na lui, l\u00e2ng\u0103 flori, am z\u0103rit fotografia mea rupt\u0103 \u00een dou\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eEa nu a murit \u00een accident\u201d, a spus el, privindu-m\u0103 fix. \u201eA murit pentru mine. Dar tu… tu ai ap\u0103rut exact \u00een ziua \u00een care am pierdut-o. Aceea\u0219i zi, aceea\u0219i or\u0103, aceea\u0219i privire…\u201d<\/p>\n
Am vrut s\u0103 fug, dar picioarele nu m\u0103 ascultau. Lumea se \u00eenv\u00e2rtea, iar imaginea din fa\u021ba mea se estompa. Ultimul lucru pe care mi-l amintesc e vocea lui, \u0219optind: \u201eNimic nu e \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor…\u201d<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd m-am trezit, eram acas\u0103, \u00een pat. Totul p\u0103rea normal. Doar c\u0103 pe noptier\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, era acela\u0219i buchet de crini albi. Iar sub el, o fotografie… cea de la morm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles: unele pove\u0219ti nu se termin\u0103 la cimitir. \u00cencep acolo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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