Am r\u0103mas acolo, l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, incapabil s\u0103 rostesc vreun cuv\u00e2nt. Doar respira\u021bia ei gr\u0103bit\u0103 se mai auzea, amestecat\u0103 cu b\u0103taia lin\u0103 a apei \u00een lemnul pontonului. \u00cen aer plutea un miros de lavand\u0103 \u0219i team\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce fel de secret, Clara? \u2014 am \u00eentrebat, de data asta aproape \u0219optit.<\/p>\n
Ea a privit spre fereastr\u0103, unde perdeaua dansa u\u0219or \u00een lumina lunii. Apoi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 mai priveasc\u0103, a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Am fost moart\u0103. Trei minute.<\/p>\n
M-am \u00eenfiorat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cum adic\u0103 moart\u0103?<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00centr-un accident. Acum doi ani. Au spus c\u0103 m-au readus la via\u021b\u0103\u2026 dar ceva s-a schimbat.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge pieptul. M\u0103 uitam la ea, iar \u00een ochii ei era o triste\u021be ad\u00e2nc\u0103, ca o ran\u0103 nevindecat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De atunci\u2026 \u2014 a continuat ea \u2014, nu mai pot sim\u021bi. Nici c\u0103ldur\u0103, nici frig, nici\u2026 dragoste.<\/p>\n
Am f\u0103cut un pas spre ea, dar s-a tras instinctiv.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Familia mea a crezut c\u0103, dac\u0103 m\u0103 c\u0103s\u0103toresc, totul va p\u0103rea normal. C\u0103 lumea va uita zvonurile, c\u0103 voi deveni din nou \u201efiica perfect\u0103\u201d a unui om cu bani. Dar \u00een mine\u2026 ceva nu mai e la locul lui.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se fr\u00e2nge ceva \u00een suflet. Mi-am trecut m\u00e2na prin p\u0103r \u0219i m-am a\u0219ezat pe podea, cu spatele sprijinit de perete.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i eu? Ce rol am eu \u00een toat\u0103 povestea asta?<\/p>\n
\u2014 E\u0219ti dovada. Dovada c\u0103 am o via\u021b\u0103 normal\u0103. C\u0103 pot iubi, c\u0103 pot fi iubit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele ei au c\u0103zut greu, ca ni\u0219te pietre. M-am ridicat brusc.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Deci sunt doar o pies\u0103 \u00eentr-o minciun\u0103!<\/p>\n
Ea a clipit, dar nu a spus nimic. Am vrut s\u0103 urlu, s\u0103 sparg ceva, dar m-am oprit. Am privit-o din nou, \u0219i am v\u0103zut-o tremur\u00e2nd, str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een cear\u0219aful alb, ca o feti\u021b\u0103 speriat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Spune-mi, Clara\u2026 \u2014 am \u00eentrebat \u00eencet \u2014 \u2026de ce cicatricea aceea?<\/p>\n
T\u0103cerea s-a prelungit. \u00cen cele din urm\u0103, mi-a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Au spus c\u0103 mi-au schimbat inima. Dar uneori cred c\u0103 au luat-o cu totul.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat. Nu \u0219tiam dac\u0103 vorbea metaforic sau nu. \u00cen acel moment, din coridor s-a auzit un zgomot surd, ca o u\u0219\u0103 care se \u00eenchide \u00eencet. M-am \u00eentors spre intrare.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E cineva aici? \u2014 am strigat.<\/p>\n
Nimic. Doar ecoul propriei mele voci.<\/p>\n
Clara s-a ridicat, sprijinindu-se de pat, \u0219i mi-a f\u0103cut semn s\u0103 tac. Apoi s-a apropiat de mine, \u0219i pentru prima dat\u0103, am v\u0103zut \u00een ochii ei nu team\u0103, ci hot\u0103r\u00e2re.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu trebuie s\u0103 afle c\u0103 \u0219tii. Nici tata, nici doctorii lui. Dac\u0103 b\u0103nuiesc c\u0103 ai aflat, nu vei mai ie\u0219i viu din vila asta.<\/p>\n
Mi-a prins m\u00e2na \u0219i a tras-o spre pieptul ei. Sub palm\u0103, am sim\u021bit o b\u0103taie slab\u0103, neregulat\u0103, de parc\u0103 inima ei mergea pe alt ritm.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Sim\u021bi? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat. \u2014 Nu e ca a ta.<\/p>\n
Am dat din cap, incapabil s\u0103 vorbesc.<\/p>\n
Noaptea s-a l\u0103sat grea, iar eu am r\u0103mas acolo, l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg \u00een ce m\u0103 \u00eencurcasem. \u00centr-o cas\u0103 care nu era a mea, cu o femeie care poate nici nu mai era\u2026 vie \u00een sensul adev\u0103rat al cuv\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, c\u00e2nd am cobor\u00e2t la micul dejun, \u00een salon m\u0103 a\u0219tepta socrul meu. Un b\u0103rbat \u00eenalt, cu un z\u00e2mbet prea calm \u0219i o privire care p\u0103rea s\u0103 m\u0103 str\u0103pung\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Sper c\u0103 v-a\u021bi odihnit bine, ginere, a spus el, sorbind din cafea.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se usuc\u0103 gura. Clara nu cobor\u00e2se.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da\u2026 a fost o noapte lung\u0103, am spus \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
El a z\u00e2mbit u\u0219or, dar privirea lui nu s-a clintit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lung\u0103, da\u2026 \u0219i, sper eu, plin\u0103 de \u00een\u021belepciune. \u021aine minte, tinere: unele lucruri nu trebuie \u00eentrebate niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen clipa aceea am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 totul era controlat. C\u0103 fiecare pas, fiecare cuv\u00e2nt, fiecare z\u00e2mbet avea un scop.<\/p>\n
Dar ceva \u00een mine se schimbase. Nu mai eram acela\u0219i om care intrase \u00een vila aceea cu vise de dragoste \u0219i speran\u021b\u0103. Eram un b\u0103rbat care \u00eencepuse s\u0103 caute adev\u0103rul, chiar dac\u0103 asta avea s\u0103-l coste via\u021ba.<\/p>\n
\u0218i jur\u2026 \u00eentr-o zi, aveam s\u0103-l aflu.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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