Un b\u0103rbat \u0219i-a l\u0103sat logodnica la altar. Iar dup\u0103 cinci ani, a rev\u0103zut-o \u00eentr-un parc\u2026 \u0219i a r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 reac\u021bie c\u00e2nd a descoperit ce devenise.<\/p>\n
Era o diminea\u021b\u0103 senin\u0103, iar razele bl\u00e2nde ale soarelui se strecurau prin vitraliile viu colorate ale unei mici capele. \u00cen interior, to\u021bi erau deja a\u0219eza\u021bi: p\u0103rin\u021bi, prieteni, veri, m\u0103tu\u0219i \u0219i unchi pe care abia dac\u0103 \u00eei recuno\u0219teai. Mihai, \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00eentr-un costum bleumarin impecabil, p\u0103rea perfect pe dinafar\u0103, dar pe din\u0103untru era sf\u00e2\u0219iat. Inima \u00eei b\u0103tea nebune\u0219te, palmele \u00eei erau ude, iar o voce \u00een mintea lui insista: \u201eFugi!\u201d<\/p>\n
A\u0219a c\u0103 a fugit.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd Laura \u0219i-a f\u0103cut apari\u021bia pe culoar, parc\u0103 desprins\u0103 dintr-un vis \u2014 gra\u021bioas\u0103, cu un z\u00e2mbet cald \u0219i ochii str\u0103lucind de emo\u021bie \u2014 Mihai a fost cople\u0219it de un adev\u0103r greu de suportat: nu era preg\u0103tit. Nu pentru ea. Nu pentru un leg\u0103m\u00e2nt pe via\u021b\u0103. N-a stat pe g\u00e2nduri. S-a \u00eentors, a ie\u0219it printr-o u\u0219\u0103 lateral\u0103 \u0219i a disp\u0103rut \u00een mul\u021bime. Ora\u0219ul l-a \u00eenghi\u021bit f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Timpul a trecut. Cinci ani.<\/p>\n
Mihai a plecat din \u021bar\u0103. Bucure\u0219ti, Timi\u0219oara, Cluj-Napoca. A lucrat \u00een companii mari, a avut rela\u021bii de scurt\u0103 durat\u0103, o via\u021b\u0103 \u00een vitez\u0103. \u00cencerca s\u0103 uite. Dar, uneori, noaptea, visa imaginea Laurei \u00een rochie alb\u0103 \u0219i nu putea s\u0103 doarm\u0103. Nu regreta decizia de a pleca, dar \u00eel m\u0103cina felul \u00een care o f\u0103cuse.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, revenit acas\u0103 pentru o scurt\u0103 vizit\u0103, a ie\u0219it la o plimbare prin parc. Aerul curat \u0219i lini\u0219tea \u00eel ajutau s\u0103-\u0219i pun\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile \u00een ordine. Mergea agale pe o alee pietruit\u0103 c\u00e2nd a z\u0103rit-o.<\/p>\n
Era ea.<\/p>\n
Laura st\u0103tea pe o banc\u0103, dreapt\u0103, cu o \u021binut\u0103 simpl\u0103 \u0219i elegant\u0103. Z\u00e2mbea. Al\u0103turi de ea, o feti\u021b\u0103 de patru ani r\u00e2dea fericit\u0103, juc\u00e2ndu-se cu firimituri de p\u00e2ine \u0219i hr\u0103nind porumbeii. Mihai s-a oprit brusc. A sim\u021bit cum tot s\u00e2ngele i se retrage din corp. A r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat.<\/p>\n
Laura s-a \u00eentors spre el. L-a recunoscut din prima. Dar nu s-a \u00eencruntat. Nu a oftat. I-a oferit doar un z\u00e2mbet lini\u0219tit, ca \u0219i cum ar fi v\u0103zut un vechi cunoscut. Pentru Mihai, acel gest a fost tulbur\u0103tor. Nu era furie, nici durere. Era\u2026 \u00eemp\u0103care.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Salut, Mihai, i-a spus ea cu calm. Te-ai \u00eentors?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Salut\u2026 da\u2026 doar pentru c\u00e2teva s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, a r\u0103spuns el, ezit\u00e2nd. Apoi, \u00eentr-un moment de t\u0103cere st\u00e2njenitoare, a \u00eentrebat: E\u2026 e feti\u021ba ta?<\/p>\n
\u2014 A noastr\u0103, a r\u0103spuns Laura z\u00e2mbind, privindu-\u0219i fiica. A mea \u0219i a so\u021bului meu.<\/p>\n
Un val de emo\u021bii amestecate l-a cuprins pe Mihai. U\u0219urare, dor, regret. Laura nu doar c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i ref\u0103cuse via\u021ba, dar p\u0103rea cu adev\u0103rat fericit\u0103. Iar el\u2026 el era tot pe fug\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00cemi pare r\u0103u pentru ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat atunci, a spus el, cobor\u00e2nd privirea.<\/p>\n
Laura a \u00eenclinat u\u0219or capul.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tiu. \u0218i, sincer, a fost cel mai bun lucru care putea s\u0103 mi se \u00eent\u00e2mple. M-a durut atunci, dar acum\u2026 \u00een\u021beleg. Poate dac\u0103 ai fi r\u0103mas, am fi tr\u0103it neferici\u021bi am\u00e2ndoi.<\/p>\n
Mihai a schi\u021bat un z\u00e2mbet trist. A vrut s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva, dar cuvintele i-au r\u0103mas pe buze. Laura s-a ridicat, a luat feti\u021ba de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i, \u00eenainte de a pleca, i-a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai grij\u0103 de tine, Mihai. \u0218i nu mai fugi. Via\u021ba oricum te ajunge din urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Apoi s-a \u00eendep\u0103rtat, pa\u0219nic, cu feti\u021ba r\u00e2z\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea. Iar Mihai a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat, privind \u00een urma lor. \u00cen acea clip\u0103, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 a \u00een\u021beles \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it ceva: fuga lui fusese o gre\u0219eal\u0103\u2026 dar nu trebuia s\u0103 fie o gre\u0219eal\u0103 pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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