Pe ecran, la \u00eenceput, totul p\u0103rea normal. Elena dormea lini\u0219tit\u0103, cu p\u0103pu\u0219a preferat\u0103 str\u00e2ns\u0103 la piept. Daniel privea atent fiecare secund\u0103, iar inima \u00eei b\u0103tea ca un ciocan.<\/p>\n
Apoi, la ora 2:06, feti\u021ba s-a foit u\u0219or. Ochii i s-au deschis, dar nu p\u0103rea treaz\u0103. Se uita \u00eentr-un col\u021b al camerei, acolo unde lumina abia mai atingea peretele. Deodat\u0103, s-a ridicat \u00een fund, privind fix acolo, ca \u0219i cum cineva st\u0103tea \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Nu… nu m\u0103 atinge… \u2013 a \u0219optit ea.<\/p>\n
Daniel sim\u021bea cum transpira\u021bia \u00eei curgea pe spate. \u00cen cadru nu se vedea nimic. Dar Elena \u00ee\u0219i tr\u0103gea p\u0103tura spre ea, de parc\u0103 se ap\u0103ra.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Te rog… m\u0103 doare… \u2013 vocea ei era plin\u0103 de spaim\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen clipa urm\u0103toare, p\u0103pu\u0219a din bra\u021bul ei s-a mi\u0219cat brusc. Foarte u\u0219or, dar clar. Daniel a dat pauz\u0103. A dat \u00eenapoi. S-a uitat din nou. Da, p\u0103pu\u0219a se mi\u0219case.<\/p>\n
Un fior rece i-a trecut pe \u0219ira spin\u0103rii. Nu credea \u00een lucruri dincolo de logic\u0103, dar acolo, \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor, era dovada c\u0103 ceva ciudat se \u00eent\u00e2mpla.<\/p>\n
A fugit \u00een camera Elenei, a luat p\u0103pu\u0219a \u0219i a aruncat-o \u00een garaj. Toat\u0103 ziua nu s-a putut g\u00e2ndi la altceva. C\u00e2nd a venit seara, a \u00eentrebat-o cu grij\u0103:
\u2013 Scumpo, cine e \u00een visul t\u0103u? Cine \u00ee\u021bi face r\u0103u?
Elena s-a uitat la el cu ochi mari, umezi.
\u2013 O doamn\u0103… cu rochie neagr\u0103. \u021aip\u0103 la mine s\u0103 nu mai vorbesc.<\/p>\n
Daniel a sim\u021bit cum i se str\u00e2nge stomacul. Rochia neagr\u0103. \u00cen urm\u0103 cu trei luni, so\u021bia lui murise \u00eentr-un accident de ma\u0219in\u0103. Rochia neagr\u0103 era cea pe care o purtase la \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntarea bunicii.<\/p>\n
\u00cen noaptea urm\u0103toare, Daniel n-a dormit. A stat \u00een camera fetei, pe un scaun, cu lumina slab\u0103 aprins\u0103. La ora 2:12, Elena s-a ridicat iar \u00een pat. Ochii i s-au dat peste cap, iar vocea ei a fost altfel, ca \u0219i cum vorbea altcineva prin ea.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Las-o \u00een pace… te rog… \u2013 a spus Daniel, ridic\u00e2ndu-se.<\/p>\n
Feti\u021ba a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 sunet, doar lacrimile curgeau. Apoi a deschis gura \u0219i a rostit un nume:
\u2013 Maria…<\/p>\n
Era numele mamei ei.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acel moment, veioza s-a stins singur\u0103. Daniel a r\u0103mas \u00eempietrit, iar camera s-a umplut de un frig ciudat. \u00cen lini\u0219tea aceea dens\u0103, a sim\u021bit un miros familiar \u2013 parfumul so\u021biei sale.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci a \u00een\u021beles. Elena nu era b\u00e2ntuit\u0103 de un co\u0219mar, ci de amintirea unei desp\u0103r\u021biri pe care sufletul ei mic nu o putea \u00een\u021belege.<\/p>\n
A luat-o \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103-i vorbeasc\u0103 bl\u00e2nd, ca atunci c\u00e2nd era bebelu\u0219:
\u2013 E bine, iubirea mea. Mama te iube\u0219te. Nu te doare nimic acum.<\/p>\n
Pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce-i repeta cuvintele, trupul feti\u021bei s-a relaxat. C\u00e2nd s-a luminat de ziu\u0103, Elena dormea lini\u0219tit\u0103 pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 multe nop\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Daniel a deschis geamul, iar aerul dimine\u021bii a intrat \u00een camer\u0103, mirosind a tei \u0219i a lini\u0219te. S-a uitat spre cer \u0219i a \u0219optit:
\u2013 Mul\u021bumesc, Maria…<\/p>\n
Din acea zi, Elena n-a mai avut niciun co\u0219mar. Iar Daniel a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat c\u0103 uneori, r\u0103spunsurile nu se g\u0103sesc \u00een fric\u0103, ci \u00een iubirea care r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u2013 chiar \u0219i dup\u0103 ce cineva pleac\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pe ecran, la \u00eenceput, totul p\u0103rea normal. Elena dormea lini\u0219tit\u0103, cu p\u0103pu\u0219a preferat\u0103 str\u00e2ns\u0103 la piept. Daniel privea atent fiecare secund\u0103, iar inima \u00eei b\u0103tea ca un ciocan. Apoi, la ora 2:06, feti\u021ba s-a foit u\u0219or. Ochii i s-au deschis, dar nu p\u0103rea treaz\u0103. Se uita \u00eentr-un col\u021b al camerei, acolo unde lumina abia mai […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8759,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8758","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\/8758","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=8758"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8758\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8760,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8758\/revisions\/8760"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8759"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8758"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8758"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8758"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}