\u2026H\u00e2rtia tremura \u00een m\u00e2na lui, de parc\u0103 avea via\u021b\u0103 proprie. Pe bilet, scrisul Larisei, ordonat \u0219i rotund, p\u0103rea mult mai rece dec\u00e2t fusese vreodat\u0103 vocea ei:<\/p>\n
\u201eVictor, \u021bi-am f\u0103cut cadoul pe care l-ai acceptat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eentrebi. O lun\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 \u021bi-am oferit tot ce-ai avut c\u00e2ndva\u2026 ca s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi c\u00e2t valoreaz\u0103. Azi plec. Nu dup\u0103 altcineva, ci dup\u0103 lini\u0219tea mea.\u201d<\/p>\n
At\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Nimic dramatic, nicio acuza\u021bie, niciun repro\u0219. Doar lini\u0219te. O lini\u0219te mai grea dec\u00e2t orice \u021bip\u0103t.<\/p>\n
Victor a r\u0103mas \u00een picioare, cu biletul str\u00e2ns \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, uit\u00e2ndu-se la scaunul ei gol. P\u0103rea c\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103 se l\u0103sase un frig pe care nici caloriferele pornite nu-l puteau alunga.<\/p>\n
A mers prin buc\u0103t\u0103rie f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie ce caut\u0103. C\u00e2nd a deschis dulapul, a \u00eencremenit: lipseau c\u0103nile ei colorate, cele la care \u021binea. Abia atunci a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 Larisa nu glumise. Plecase. Dar nu oricum \u2014 plecase \u00eentr-un fel \u00een care nu mai l\u0103sase loc pentru \u00eentoarcere.<\/p>\n
A c\u0103zut pe scaun, cu coatele pe mas\u0103, \u0219i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani a sim\u021bit golul din piept. Nu era gol pentru c\u0103 era singur. Golul ap\u0103rea mereu c\u00e2nd realizezi c\u0103 ai pierdut ceva ce credeai c\u0103 va fi acolo la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it.<\/p>\n
\u0218i-a trecut m\u00e2na prin p\u0103r, respir\u00e2nd greu.
\u201eCe-ai f\u0103cut, Victore? Ce-ai f\u0103cut\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Privirea i-a c\u0103zut pe frigider, unde lipsea magnetul cu o fotografie de la munte. \u0218i acolo unde fusese poz\u0103, r\u0103m\u0103sese doar un contur mai alb. Alt semn c\u0103 Larisa luase cu ea lucrurile care chiar contau.<\/p>\n
A \u00eencercat s\u0103 o sune. Telefonul ei era \u00eenchis.<\/p>\n
A scris un mesaj.
A scris zece.
Niciun r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n
Ziua a trecut \u00een cea\u021b\u0103. A r\u0103t\u0103cit prin cas\u0103 ca un om care nu-\u0219i recunoa\u0219te propriile camere. Abia seara a observat ceva: lipsea cutia cu economiile ei, cutia \u00een care str\u00e2nsese, cu r\u0103bdare, bani s\u0103-\u0219i deschid\u0103 un salon mic \u00een ora\u0219.<\/p>\n
Atunci i-a venit un g\u00e2nd care l-a \u00eenfiorat.<\/p>\n
Oare cadoul acela\u2026 fusese de fapt libertatea ei?<\/p>\n
Seara t\u00e2rziu, nervos \u0219i speriat de propriile g\u00e2nduri, a urcat \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i a pornit spre salonul unde lucrase Larisa ca cosmeticiana. Poate era acolo, poate se r\u0103zg\u00e2ndise, poate\u2026<\/p>\n
Salonul era \u00eentunecat. Lac\u0103tul pus. Pe u\u0219\u0103, o foaie:
\u201e\u00cenchis pentru renovare.\u201d
Niciun nume. Nicio explica\u021bie.<\/p>\n
Dar l\u00e2ng\u0103 u\u0219\u0103, pe pervaz, cineva l\u0103sase un buchet de flori ofilite. Semn c\u0103 altcineva o c\u0103utase \u00eenaintea lui.<\/p>\n
Victor a sim\u021bit un junghi \u00een piept, ca \u0219i cum cineva i-ar fi spus: \u201eAi \u00eent\u00e2rziat.\u201d<\/p>\n
A doua zi de diminea\u021b\u0103, a pornit prin ora\u0219. A \u00eentrebat prieteni, vecini, colege de munc\u0103 ale ei. Pe unii \u00eei luase prin surprindere, al\u021bii \u00eel priveau cu o r\u0103ceal\u0103 ciudat\u0103, de parc\u0103 \u0219tiau mai mult dec\u00e2t el.<\/p>\n
Abia spre sear\u0103, o femeie \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103, care st\u0103tea la poart\u0103, i-a spus:<\/p>\n
\u201eFata asta\u2026 n-a plecat ca s\u0103 fug\u0103. A plecat ca s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103. \u0218i s\u0103 nu se mai usuce l\u00e2ng\u0103 un om care n-o vede.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuvintele i-au intrat ad\u00e2nc \u00een suflet.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele care au urmat, Victor a mers la serviciu mecanic, m\u00e2nca f\u0103r\u0103 gust, dormea prost. \u00cen fiecare sear\u0103 se \u00eentorcea acas\u0103 \u0219i g\u0103sea acela\u0219i loc gol \u00een pat. \u0218i-n fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 deschidea telefonul cu speran\u021ba prosteasc\u0103 de a g\u0103si un mesaj de la ea.<\/p>\n
Nimic.<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o duminic\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen cutia po\u0219tal\u0103 era un plic alb, simplu. F\u0103r\u0103 nume. F\u0103r\u0103 timbru. Doar scrisul ei pe o h\u00e2rtie alb\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eVictor, nu plec din lume. Doar din via\u021ba ta. A fost singurul cadou pe care puteam s\u0103 \u021bi-l fac ca s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021bi ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 dragostea \u2014 nu cuvintele, nu gelozia, nu obi\u0219nuin\u021ba\u2026 ci prezen\u021ba. Poate c\u00e2ndva o s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi. Poate o s\u0103 ier\u021bi. Eu plec lini\u0219tit\u0103. Ai grij\u0103 de tine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Niciun \u201ela revedere\u201d.<\/p>\n
Niciun \u201ete voi suna\u201d.<\/p>\n
Doar un adev\u0103r simplu \u0219i amar.<\/p>\n
Victor a str\u00e2ns bile\u021belul la piept \u0219i, pentru prima dat\u0103, lacrimile i-au curs f\u0103r\u0103 ru\u0219ine. Era prea t\u00e2rziu s\u0103 o aduc\u0103 \u00eenapoi, dar nu prea t\u00e2rziu s\u0103-\u0219i schimbe via\u021ba.<\/p>\n
\u0218i poate asta fusese, de fapt, lec\u021bia Larisei.<\/p>\n
S\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 piard\u0103.
S\u0103 pre\u021buiasc\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 fie prea t\u00e2rziu.
S\u0103 vad\u0103 oamenii c\u00e2t timp sunt \u00eenc\u0103 acolo.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, \u00een lini\u0219tea grea din apartament, Victor a \u00een\u021beles ceva ce n-ar fi \u00een\u021beles \u00een alt mod:<\/p>\n
Unii oameni nu pleac\u0103 pentru c\u0103 nu sunt iubi\u021bi.
Pleac\u0103 pentru c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i amintesc c\u0103 merit\u0103 mai mult dec\u00e2t jum\u0103tate de inim\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar Larisa\u2026 fusese unul dintre acei oameni.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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