Mihai mi-a atins u\u0219or \u00eencheietura, un gest scurt, discret, dar care m-a ancorat \u00een prezent. \u00cen timp ce lumea continua s\u0103 murmure rug\u0103ciuni \u0219i condolean\u021be, eu sim\u021beam cum trecutul, cu tot amarul lui, \u00eencepe s\u0103 se desprind\u0103, buc\u0103\u021bic\u0103 cu buc\u0103\u021bic\u0103.<\/p>\n
Violeta a clipit de c\u00e2teva ori, ca \u0219i cum \u00eencerca s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 dac\u0103 totul era real. Nici m\u0103car nu mai avea vocea aceea ascu\u021bit\u0103 cu care \u00eemi r\u0103nea sufletul. Pentru prima dat\u0103, p\u0103rea mic\u0103. Mic\u0103 \u0219i pierdut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Mihai i-a dat drumul m\u00e2inii \u0219i s-a a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, firesc, ca \u00eentr-o familie unit\u0103.
Eu mi-am \u021binut spatele drept. Nu pentru a o provoca. Ci pentru mine.<\/p>\n
\u201eS\u0103 mergem\u201d, a \u0219optit el, iar eu am dat din cap.<\/p>\n
Am pornit spre ie\u0219ire ca s\u0103 lu\u0103m pu\u021bin aer. Afar\u0103 mirosea a t\u0103m\u00e2ie amestecat\u0103 cu ploaie r\u0103mas\u0103 pe pietre. O lini\u0219te grea, dar eliberatoare, plutea \u00een aer. Mihai mi-a pus paltonul pe umeri \u2014 reflex simplu, dar care spunea tot ce trebuie despre omul care \u00eemi devenise so\u021b.<\/p>\n
\u201eE\u0219ti bine?\u201d, m-a \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n
\u201eDa\u201d, am r\u0103spuns. \u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 chiar nu min\u021beam.<\/p>\n
Ne-am a\u0219ezat pe o banc\u0103 la intrarea \u00een curtea capelei. Oamenii treceau pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi, unii ne atingeau bra\u021bele, al\u021bii ne d\u0103deau din cap \u00een semn de compasiune. Dar eu nu m\u0103 mai sim\u021beam o victim\u0103. Nu mai sim\u021beam povara acelui trecut ur\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218tii\u201d, a spus Mihai, privind spre strea\u0219in\u0103, \u201enu e nevoie s\u0103 demonstrezi nimic nim\u0103nui.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am z\u00e2mbit. \u201eNu am f\u0103cut-o pentru ea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eAtunci pentru cine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201ePentru mine. Ca s\u0103 \u00eenchid odat\u0103 capitolul \u0103la.\u201d<\/p>\n
El a dat din cap, \u00een\u021beleg\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Adev\u0103rul era c\u0103 via\u021ba mea se schimbase \u00een ultimii ani mai mult dec\u00e2t \u00ee\u0219i imagina oricine. Dup\u0103 tr\u0103darea Violetei, tr\u0103isem luni \u00eentregi ca o umbr\u0103. Dar apoi m-am ridicat. Am \u00eenceput cu lucruri mici \u2014 un job mai bun, un curs de consiliere, o garsonier\u0103 \u00eenchiriat\u0103 \u00een Bra\u0219ov pe care o pl\u0103team singur\u0103, leu cu leu. Acolo l-am cunoscut pe Mihai, \u00eentr-o zi complet banal\u0103, la coad\u0103 la farmacie. Niciun foc de artificii, nicio poveste de film. Doar doi oameni care se uit\u0103 unul la altul \u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103 pot fi mai mult dec\u00e2t ni\u0219te r\u0103ni umane pe dou\u0103 picioare.<\/p>\n
\u201eClara.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vocea m-a smuls din g\u00e2nduri.<\/p>\n
Era Violeta.<\/p>\n
St\u0103tea la c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i distan\u021b\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i geanta ca pe un scut. Ilie nu era cu ea. Probabil plecase s\u0103-\u0219i ling\u0103 orgoliul.<\/p>\n
\u201ePutem s\u0103 vorbim?\u201d, a spus ea, aproape \u00eentr-o \u0219oapt\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu era o rug\u0103minte. Era o capitulare.<\/p>\n
Mihai s-a ridicat. \u201eDac\u0103 vrei, merg s\u0103 iau o cafea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am dat din cap. El a plecat, iar eu am r\u0103mas cu sora mea. Sora care m\u0103 r\u0103nise mai tare dec\u00e2t oricine.<\/p>\n
Violeta \u0219i-a mu\u0219cat buza. \u201eNu \u0219tiam c\u0103 te-ai c\u0103s\u0103torit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eNu aveai de ce s\u0103 \u0219tii.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eAr\u0103ta\u021bi\u2026 ferici\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eSuntem.\u201d<\/p>\n
A t\u0103cut c\u00e2teva secunde. Apoi, cu o voce care nu mai avea nicio urm\u0103 de arogan\u021b\u0103: \u201eClara\u2026 \u00eemi pare r\u0103u.\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am uitat la ea, cu tot ce sim\u021beam \u2014 furie, durere, dezam\u0103gire, dar \u0219i o oboseal\u0103 lung\u0103, ca dintr-o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu pentru mine trebuie s\u0103-\u021bi par\u0103 r\u0103u\u201d, am spus. \u201eCi pentru tine. Ai tr\u0103it \u0219ase ani \u00eentr-o competi\u021bie \u00een care nu eram \u00eenscris\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ea a clipit, iar o lacrim\u0103 i-a alunecat pe obraz.<\/p>\n
\u201eEu\u2026 chiar am crezut c\u0103 dac\u0103 iau ce ai tu, o s\u0103 fiu fericit\u0103\u201d, a murmurat.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218i e\u0219ti?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nu a r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n
Nu mai era nevoie.<\/p>\n
Adev\u0103rul i se vedea \u00een ochi.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, n-am mai sim\u021bit nevoia s\u0103 m\u0103 ap\u0103r. Nu mai voiam revan\u0219\u0103. \u00cen ziua \u00een care \u00eemi \u00eengropam mama, \u00eenv\u0103\u021basem cea mai mare lec\u021bie: r\u0103zbunarea nu te vindec\u0103. Dar \u00eenchiderea unui capitol, da.<\/p>\n
\u201eSper s\u0103 te reg\u0103se\u0219ti, Violeta\u201d, am spus simplu.<\/p>\n
Ea a dat din cap, a f\u0103cut un pas \u00eenapoi \u0219i a plecat, sprijinindu-se de zid ca \u0219i cum ar fi avut nevoie de el ca s\u0103 nu cad\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd Mihai s-a \u00eentors cu dou\u0103 cafele, m-a privit cu aceea\u0219i lini\u0219te care m-a cucerit.<\/p>\n
\u201eS-a terminat?\u201d, a \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n
Am inspirat ad\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n
\u201eDa. S-a terminat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 foarte mul\u021bi ani, chiar am sim\u021bit c\u0103 via\u021ba mea poate merge \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n
Curat\u0103. Dreapt\u0103. \u0218i, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, a mea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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