M-am oprit \u00een mijlocul holului, sim\u021bind cum mi se str\u00e2nge stomacul. Aveam impresia c\u0103 nu mai pot respira. M-am sprijinit de o m\u0103su\u021b\u0103 cu flori \u0219i am \u00eencercat s\u0103-mi adun min\u021bile. Nu mai aveam timp de pl\u00e2ns, nici de ezitat. \u00cen mai pu\u021bin de patru ore, fata mea urma s\u0103 jure iubire unui om care nu merita nici s\u0103-i rosteasc\u0103 numele.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenchis ochii pentru c\u00e2teva secunde, apoi am ridicat capul. \u0218tiam ce aveam de f\u0103cut.<\/p>\n
Am intrat \u00een camera de preg\u0103tiri a miresei, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi \u021bin fa\u021ba calm\u0103. Julia m-a privit imediat, sim\u021bind c\u0103 ceva nu e \u00een regul\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103\u2026 ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat?<\/p>\n
M-am apropiat de ea \u0219i i-am luat m\u00e2inile \u00eentre ale mele. Era at\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103, at\u00e2t de curat\u0103 la suflet. Nu merita nicio lacrim\u0103 din cele care aveau s\u0103 vin\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Iubita mea\u2026 trebuie s\u0103 vorbim, am spus \u00eencet, cu vocea tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Privirea ei s-a tulburat pe loc.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A p\u0103\u021bit Leonard ceva?<\/p>\n
Mi-a venit s\u0103 r\u00e2d amar. Dac\u0103 ar fi p\u0103\u021bit!<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu, n-a p\u0103\u021bit nimic. Dar ar trebui, am spus \u0219i am sim\u021bit cum \u00een vocea mea cre\u0219te furia pe care \u00eencercam s\u0103 o \u021bin \u00een fr\u00e2u.<\/p>\n
Am luat aer ad\u00e2nc. Nu voiam s\u0103-i distrug ziua, dar adev\u0103rul trebuia spus. Oric\u00e2t ar fi durut.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Julia\u2026 el nu te iube\u0219te. Nu te-a iubit niciodat\u0103. \u0218i-am auzit cu urechile mele\u2026 tot ce a zis despre tine. Despre noi.<\/p>\n
Ea a \u00eencremenit, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost lovit\u0103 cu ceva invizibil. Machiajul impecabil, visul ei de mireas\u0103, totul p\u0103rea s\u0103 se n\u0103ruie \u00een ochii ei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce\u2026 ce a spus?<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 mi se rupe sufletul, dar i-am spus tot. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eendulcesc. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 protejez. Julia merita adev\u0103rul, nu iluzii.<\/p>\n
Pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce vorbele mele c\u0103deau una c\u00e2te una, am v\u0103zut cum tremur\u0103, cum \u00ee\u0219i duce m\u00e2na la gur\u0103, cum ochii i se umplu de lacrimi. Dar nu a f\u0103cut scandal. Nu a izbucnit. Doar a respirat ad\u00e2nc, de parc\u0103 \u00eencerca s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103\u2026 vreau s\u0103-l v\u0103d. Acum.<\/p>\n
Am cl\u0103tinat din cap.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu singur\u0103. Vin cu tine.<\/p>\n
Am pornit \u00eempreun\u0103 spre camera lui. Pa\u0219ii no\u0219tri r\u0103sunau pe holul gol, iar fiecare b\u0103taie a tocurilor ei p\u0103rea o lovitur\u0103 de ciocan. C\u00e2nd am ajuns \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii, Julia a deschis-o brusc.<\/p>\n
Leonard \u0219i prietenii lui s-au \u00eentors surprin\u0219i. R\u00e2setele lor s-au stins instantaneu.<\/p>\n
Julia mergea drept, cu spatele perfect. Ar\u0103ta ca o regin\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A\u0219a vorbe\u0219ti tu despre mine? a \u00eentrebat ea, cu o voce pe care nu i-o \u0219tiam.<\/p>\n
Leonard a \u00eencercat s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103, s\u0103 joace teatru. Dar fata mea \u00eel privea ca pe un str\u0103in.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Julia, iubita mea, nu e ce crezi\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mi-ai spus \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 c\u0103 m\u0103 iube\u0219ti\u2026 \u0219i din spate m\u0103 numeai scroaf\u0103.<\/p>\n
Camera s-a umplut de ru\u0219ine. De t\u0103cere grea. De adev\u0103r.<\/p>\n
\u2014 N-o s\u0103 te mai m\u0103ri\u021bi cu mine? a \u00eeng\u00e2nat el.<\/p>\n
\u2014 N-o s\u0103 m\u0103 mai ating niciodat\u0103 de tine, a spus Julia, ridic\u00e2nd capul. \u0218i s\u0103 nu ui\u021bi ceva: noi n-am muncit o via\u021b\u0103 ca s\u0103-\u021bi repar\u0103m \u021bie gre\u0219elile.<\/p>\n
A f\u0103cut un pas \u00een spate, apoi \u00eenc\u0103 unul. \u0218i c\u00e2nd a ie\u0219it pe u\u0219\u0103, i-am v\u0103zut demnitatea \u00eenalt\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nunta s-a anulat \u00een aceea\u0219i or\u0103. Invita\u021bii au murmurit, unii au fost curio\u0219i, al\u021bii ne-au judecat. Dar Julia a stat ferm\u0103. \u00cen ochii ei am v\u0103zut pentru prima dat\u0103 nu doar fragilitate, ci o for\u021b\u0103 pe care nici eu nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 o are.<\/p>\n
Seara, \u00een loc de petrecere, am mers am\u00e2ndou\u0103 la cofet\u0103ria noastr\u0103. Ne-am a\u0219ezat la o mas\u0103, cu dou\u0103 cafele aburinde, \u00eenconjurate de mirosul pr\u0103jiturilor noastre.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103?, a spus ea \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da, iubita mea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00ce\u021bi promit ceva. De azi \u00eenainte\u2026 o s\u0103 aleg oameni care m\u0103 respect\u0103. \u0218i n-o s\u0103 mai las pe nimeni s\u0103 calce peste noi.<\/p>\n
I-am z\u00e2mbit cu toat\u0103 inima.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i eu \u00ee\u021bi promit ceva, Julia. O s\u0103 fim bine. Mai bine ca oric\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\u0218i a\u0219a a fost.<\/p>\n
Uneori, cea mai frumoas\u0103 zi nu e cea \u00een care \u00eembraci rochia de mireas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ci cea \u00een care \u00eenve\u021bi s\u0103 te pre\u021buie\u0219ti.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
M-am oprit \u00een mijlocul holului, sim\u021bind cum mi se str\u00e2nge stomacul. Aveam impresia c\u0103 nu mai pot respira. M-am sprijinit de o m\u0103su\u021b\u0103 cu flori \u0219i am \u00eencercat s\u0103-mi adun min\u021bile. Nu mai aveam timp de pl\u00e2ns, nici de ezitat. \u00cen mai pu\u021bin de patru ore, fata mea urma s\u0103 jure iubire unui om care […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":14103,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14102","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14102","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14102"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14104,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14102\/revisions\/14104"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/14103"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}