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Capitolul 16

"Dupa o saptamana":

BEATRICE

-Iubitule? Spun ridicandu-ma in capul oaselor. Deja ma simteam mult mai bine, doar ca trebuia sa mai port gipsul ce putin doua saptamani. 

-Ce s-a intamplat? Intreaba Marco sarutandu-ma scurt pe frunte. 

-Ai cumva chitara aici? Raspund cu o intrebare ducandu-mi palmele sub barbie si zambind ca un copil nevinovat fluturand genele repede. 

-Da iubito, de ce? 

-Vrei sa cantam ceva? Spun cu cel mai dulce ton al meu. 

-Sigur. Rasunde scotand chitara din husa. 

  "Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing
That I know

And when it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And is the only thing
That I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
Till our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
Well that's ok baby only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well that's ok baby only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Waït for me to come home."

-Esti minunat! Strig imbratisandu-l si aplaudand. Barbatul asta e incredibil, are o voce de milioane. Te iubesc! Adaug pe acelasi ton de mai devreme. 

-Scumpo, tu ai fost vocea principala, ma intreb cum de nu te-ai ridicat si ai inceput sa sari pe aici ca un mielusel. Raspunde scumpul meu iubit facandu-ma sa ma stramb. Chiar as fi facut ca un mielusel ?

-Doamne, copii, de unde asa muzica, va rog da-ti radioul mai incet. Intra o asistenta neasteptata in salonul meu putin cam agitata.

-Ne pare rau. Spun in incercarea de a ascunde amuzamentul. Iubitul meu doar ma inveselea putin, am inceput sa cantam si cred ca ne-a cam luat valul daca s-a auzit asa tare, nu asta era intentia. Adaug privindu-i socul de pe fata. 

-Voi ati cantat?! Intreaba scuturandu-si capul. Imi cer scuze, nu stiam ca inca mai exista voci de "aur". Si cu asta inchide usa salonului. Eu si Marco izbucnim intr-un ras haotic. 

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Privesc ecranul laptopului si ma intreb cat mai tine filmul asta idiot si plictisitor. Marco statea in pat aproape adormit. Cateva fire din parul sau dezordonat rataceau pe frunte. Ochii de un negru ce sclipeau din cauza luminii laptopului aveau lacrimi de la atat cascat. A stat alaturi de mine o saptamana intreaga, accepta sa plece doar jumatate de ora pe zi pentru a isi face dus si a se schimba, de facultate nici nu cred ca mai stia.