El n-a r\u0103spuns. Doar s-a ridicat, a trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea \u0219i s-a \u00eenchis \u00een dormitor. U\u0219a s-a tr\u00e2ntit cu un zgomot sec, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 un gol ap\u0103s\u0103tor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lilia a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103, cu m\u00e2inile \u00een jurul c\u0103ninii reci de cafea. G\u00e2ndurile i se \u00eenv\u00e2rteau haotic \u2014 despre datorii, despre t\u0103cerea care se ad\u00e2ncea \u00eentre ei, despre cum iubirea lor p\u0103rea s\u0103 se topeasc\u0103, \u00eencet, ca zah\u0103rul \u00een ceaiul amar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A doua zi diminea\u021b\u0103, a luat o decizie simpl\u0103. A schimbat parola cardului. A \u00eenchis accesul la cont. Nu din r\u0103utate, ci din instinct. Din dorin\u021ba de a opri hemoragia t\u0103cut\u0103 care le consuma via\u021ba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd el a aflat, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u021bipe. Nu pentru bani, ci pentru control. \u201eCum ai putut?!\u201d \u2014 r\u0103sunau cuvintele lui prin cas\u0103, dar \u00een ele nu era iubire, ci repro\u0219. Ea, \u00eens\u0103, a t\u0103cut. \u0218tia c\u0103, uneori, lini\u0219tea e mai puternic\u0103 dec\u00e2t orice ceart\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zilele au devenit reci \u0219i t\u0103cute. El se plimba nervos prin apartament, iar ea \u00ee\u0219i petrecea serile \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, cu o carte \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i ochii goi, pierdu\u021bi \u00eentre pagini.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ploaia continua afar\u0103, ca o coloan\u0103 sonor\u0103 a unei vie\u021bi care se destr\u0103ma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd lini\u0219tea devenise prea grea, Artem a spus brusc:
\u2014 Poate ar fi mai bine s\u0103 st\u0103m pu\u021bin separa\u021bi. S\u0103 ne g\u00e2ndim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lilia a dat din cap. Nu mai avea puterea s\u0103 contrazic\u0103. Iar \u00een diminea\u021ba urm\u0103toare, el \u0219i-a str\u00e2ns hainele, \u0219i-a luat telefonul cel nou \u2014 nu al lui, ci cump\u0103rat pentru mama \u2014 \u0219i a ie\u0219it f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een mult timp, Lilia a sim\u021bit lini\u0219te. Nu fericire, ci o t\u0103cere clar\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103. A deschis fereastra, a inspirat aerul rece de toamn\u0103 \u0219i a z\u00e2mbit amar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen acea lini\u0219te, a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 dragostea nu se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een bani sau promisiuni, ci \u00een respectul pe care \u00eel p\u0103strezi chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd totul pare pierdut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A durat luni \u00eentregi p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd a putut dormi din nou f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se trezeasc\u0103 \u00een mijlocul nop\u021bii, g\u00e2ndindu-se la el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar \u00eentr-o zi, \u00een timp ce se \u00eentorcea de la serviciu, a trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 o vitrin\u0103 unde era expus\u0103 o can\u0103 cu o inscrip\u021bie simpl\u0103: \u201eFericirea nu se cump\u0103r\u0103 cu cardul.\u201d A r\u00e2s. Poate pentru prima dat\u0103 sincer dup\u0103 mult\u0103 vreme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A intrat, a cump\u0103rat-o, \u0219i c\u00e2nd a turnat \u00een ea prima cafea, aroma nu mai era amar\u0103. Era cald\u0103, lini\u0219tit\u0103. A\u0219a cum e via\u021ba atunci c\u00e2nd \u00eenve\u021bi s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti pentru tine, nu pentru promisiunile altora.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
El n-a r\u0103spuns. Doar s-a ridicat, a trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea \u0219i s-a \u00eenchis \u00een dormitor. U\u0219a s-a tr\u00e2ntit cu un zgomot sec, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 un gol ap\u0103s\u0103tor. Lilia a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103, cu m\u00e2inile \u00een jurul c\u0103ninii reci de cafea. G\u00e2ndurile i se \u00eenv\u00e2rteau haotic \u2014 despre datorii, despre t\u0103cerea care se ad\u00e2ncea \u00eentre … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-366","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/366","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=366"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":367,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/366\/revisions\/367"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}