C\u00e2nd a ajuns \u00een fa\u021ba blocului, Ioana s-a oprit o clip\u0103. Aerul rece i-a izbit obrajii, dar parc\u0103 \u00eei limpezea g\u00e2ndurile. Nu era furioas\u0103. Nu era nici m\u0103car trist\u0103. Era doar… goal\u0103 pe din\u0103untru. O lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103 o cuprinsese, de parc\u0103 toate emo\u021biile plecaser\u0103 odat\u0103 cu el.<\/p>\n
A scos telefonul, a deschis aplica\u021bia de ride-sharing \u0219i, \u00een timp ce a\u0219tepta ma\u0219ina, a privit spre balconul de la etajul trei. Cortina se mi\u0219ca u\u0219or. A z\u00e2mbit amar. \u201eS\u0103 fii s\u0103n\u0103tos, Paul\u201d, a murmurat.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a ajuns acas\u0103, primul lucru pe care l-a f\u0103cut a fost s\u0103-\u0219i dea jos verigheta. O mic\u0103 urm\u0103 alb\u0103 i-a r\u0103mas pe deget, semn c\u0103 ani \u00eentregi purtase nu doar un inel, ci o povar\u0103. L-a pus \u00eentr-o cutiu\u021b\u0103, al\u0103turi de o fotografie de la nunt\u0103. Apoi a \u00eenchis capacul. Definitiv.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, \u0219i-a f\u0103cut o cafea tare \u0219i s-a uitat \u00een jurul apartamentului. Era lini\u0219te, dar o lini\u0219te bun\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 repro\u0219uri, f\u0103r\u0103 minciuni, f\u0103r\u0103 mirosul parfumului lui str\u0103in. Doar ea \u0219i g\u00e2ndurile ei. \u0218i, undeva \u00een ad\u00e2ncul sufletului, un \u00eenceput de libertate.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a intrat la munc\u0103, colegele au sim\u021bit imediat c\u0103 ceva s-a schimbat. Ioana nu mai era femeia care se gr\u0103bea mereu acas\u0103. Acum mergea la pas, cu spatele drept, de parc\u0103 ar fi sc\u0103pat de o povar\u0103 grea.<\/p>\n
Seara, a primit un mesaj de la Paul. \u201ePutem vorbi?\u201d L-a privit c\u00e2teva secunde, apoi a \u0219ters conversa\u021bia. \u201eNu mai avem ce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 doarm\u0103 mai bine. S\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce mai lini\u0219tit. A cump\u0103rat flori \u0219i le-a pus pe masa din buc\u0103t\u0103rie \u2014 florile pe care alt\u0103dat\u0103 el le ura, spun\u00e2nd c\u0103 ocup\u0103 loc degeaba. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 asculte muzica pe care o iubea, s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu, s\u0103 deseneze din nou.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, a primit un telefon de la o client\u0103 nou\u0103. Vocea de la cap\u0103tul firului i s-a p\u0103rut t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, vesel\u0103. \u201eAm auzit c\u0103 sunte\u021bi cea mai bun\u0103. V\u0103 a\u0219tept m\u00e2ine, la ora zece.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ioana a \u00eenchis \u0219i a z\u00e2mbit. \u201eDa, sunt cea mai bun\u0103\u201d, \u0219i-a spus \u00een g\u00e2nd, cu o siguran\u021b\u0103 pe care nu o mai avusese de ani buni.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a ajuns la noul apartament, a sim\u021bit miros de vopsea proasp\u0103t\u0103 \u0219i o atmosfer\u0103 cald\u0103. Femeia care a deschis u\u0219a i-a spus: \u201eE un nou \u00eenceput pentru mine.\u201d Ioana a r\u0103spuns instinctiv: \u201e\u0218i pentru mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Au r\u00e2s am\u00e2ndou\u0103, iar \u00een acel moment Ioana a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 nu pierduse nimic. Din contr\u0103, c\u00e2\u0219tigase totul \u2014 pace, libertate \u0219i pe ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i.<\/p>\n
Seara, c\u00e2nd s-a \u00eentors acas\u0103, s-a a\u0219ezat pe canapea \u0219i a privit cerul prin geam. Stelele p\u0103reau mai clare ca niciodat\u0103. A \u00eenchis ochii \u0219i a \u0219optit: \u201eMul\u021bumesc, Doamne, c\u0103 m-ai f\u0103cut s\u0103 v\u0103d adev\u0103rul \u00eenainte s\u0103 fie prea t\u00e2rziu.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i a adormit z\u00e2mbind. Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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