{"id":16523,"date":"2008-09-18T18:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-09-18T17:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=16486"},"modified":"2008-09-18T18:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-09-18T17:00:00","slug":"bittersweet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2008\/09\/18\/bittersweet\/","title":{"rendered":"Bittersweet"},"content":{"rendered":"
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autor: aKira<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
betaread: Janule<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
(mno toto sa v\u00e1m mo\u017eno bude zda\u0165 nudn\u00e9 \u010di bez zmyslu, ale pre m\u0148a m\u00e1 t\u00e1to poviedka obrovsk\u00fd v\u00fdznam x) neviem pre\u010do, ale prir\u00e1stla mi k srdcu…)<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
Strach.<\/span><\/div>\n
Sm\u00fatok.<\/span><\/div>\n
Sklamanie.<\/span><\/div>\n
Tieto pocity sa vo mne miesili a nedok\u00e1zal som myslie\u0165 na ni\u010d in\u00e9. A to v\u0161etko len kv\u00f4li jednej chybe.<\/span><\/div>\n
(xXx)<\/span><\/div>\n
Pred p\u00e1r mesiacmi ma za\u010dala pobolieva\u0165 hlava. Neprisudzoval som tomu ve\u013ek\u00fd v\u00fdznam. Myslel som si, \u017ee je to z pre\u0165a\u017eenia a stresu. No aj ke\u010f som sa sna\u017eil ned\u00e1va\u0165 to najavo, ty si si to v\u0161imol. Vraj by som to nemal bra\u0165 na \u013eahk\u00fa v\u00e1hu. Ne\u0161lo to o kari\u00e9ru, i\u0161lo ti o m\u0148a… No ja som \u0165a neposl\u00fachol… Aspo\u0148 vtedy nie. St\u00e1le som bol tvrdohlav\u00fd ako ty. Aj na\u010falej som vymetal bary, op\u00edjal sa ka\u017ed\u00fd de\u0148. Mal som u\u017e tohto \u017eivota dos\u0165. Chcel som u\u017e spozna\u0165 t\u00fa prav\u00fa l\u00e1sku, o ktorej tak \u010dasto rozpr\u00e1va\u0161, no t\u00e1 tu nebola. Zatia\u013e…<\/span><\/div>\n
A raz som to prehnal.<\/span><\/div>\n
Opil som sa do nemoty a zobrala ma sanitka. \u013dahk\u00e1 otrava krvi, na to sa predsa neumiera. V\u00fdplach \u017eal\u00fadka a hotovo. No doktorovi bolo divn\u00e9, pre\u010do si beriem to\u013eko liekov proti bolesti. Sp\u00fdtal sa ma, povedal som. Spravil mi vy\u0161etrenia, vraj len pre istotu.<\/span><\/div>\n
Choroba… Pr\u00ed\u010dinou celej tej bolesti bola choroba, ktorej n\u00e1zov bol pr\u00edli\u0161 \u0165a\u017ek\u00fd na to, aby som si ho zapam\u00e4tal. (pozn. aki – vol\u00e1 sa to Mas\u00edvna osteol\u00fdza alebo aj Gorhamova choroba, keby to niekoho zauj\u00edmalo<\/em>) V podstate i\u0161lo o to, \u017ee sa mi v lebke rozp\u00fa\u0161\u0165ali – rozpadali alebo ako to m\u00e1m poveda\u0165, kosti. Mal som v lebke dieru. Ve\u013ek\u00fa ako tenisov\u00e1 lopti\u010dka. T\u00fato chorobu malo na Zemi asi len 8 \u013eud\u00ed. Je vraj ve\u013emi vz\u00e1cna… A pr\u00e1ve mne sa tejto „pocty“ ma\u0165 ju, dostalo.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Sna\u017eil si sa zohna\u0165 mi lek\u00e1ra, ktor\u00fd by mi pomohol… No v\u0161etci sa b\u00e1li p\u00fa\u0161\u0165a\u0165 sa do nie\u010doho tak riskantn\u00e9ho a nepoznan\u00e9ho. Nediv\u00edm sa im. Po prv\u00fd kr\u00e1t v \u017eivote som si uvedomil, \u017ee peniaze v\u0161etko nevyrie\u0161ia. No \u010do je hor\u0161ie, a\u017e teraz som si uvedomil cenu \u017eivota.<\/span><\/div>\n
Pustili ma domov – lek\u00e1ri mi ned\u00e1vali ve\u013ea \u010dasu. Nanajv\u00fd\u0161 p\u00e1r mesiacov \u017eivota. Nechcel si, aby som ich str\u00e1vil v nemocnici, kde mi aj tak nepom\u00f4\u017eu. A st\u00e1le som si to akoby neuvedomoval. Ty si sa o m\u0148a staral. Bol si pri mne d\u0148om i nocou. Usmieval sa, aj ke\u010f som vedel, \u017ee vn\u00fatorne umiera\u0161 so mnou.<\/span><\/div>\n
Kapelu sme rozpustili. Verejnosti si pravdu nepovedal. Vraj si d\u00e1vame len pauzu. Faninky predsa nemusia vedie\u0165, \u017ee ich mil\u00e1\u010dik, gitarista skupiny Tokio hotel, umiera. Aspo\u0148 bol pokoj od m\u00e9di\u00ed.<\/span><\/div>\n
(xXx)<\/span><\/div>\n
Myslel som si, \u017ee sa nezmen\u00edm. \u017de m\u00e1m jednoducho tak\u00fa povahu. Bol som mili\u00f3n in\u00fdch \u013eud\u00ed, ka\u017ed\u00fd de\u0148. „Svoju povahu nezmen\u00edm!“ vravieval som. Ako som sa len m\u00fdlil. JA som sa toti\u017eto zmenil.<\/span><\/div>\n
Nevymet\u00e1m bary, neop\u00edjam sa…<\/span><\/div>\n
U\u017e\u00edvam si posledn\u00e9 okamihy. U\u017e d\u00e1vno neplat\u00ed moje motto: „Carpe Diem“… teraz je to: „Leb die sekunde.“<\/span><\/div>\n
Je len smutn\u00e9, \u017ee som si cenu \u017eivota uvedomil a\u017e teraz.<\/span><\/div>\n
Myslela som si, \u017ee nikdy nen\u00e1jdem prav\u00fa l\u00e1sku. A na\u0161iel som. Teba…<\/span><\/div>\n
Dlho som si to neuvedomoval, prisudzoval to bratskej l\u00e1ske, no teraz to viem. U\u017e d\u00e1vno to nebola bratsk\u00e1 l\u00e1ska. Smutn\u00e9, \u017ee aj toto som si uvedomil a\u017e teraz.<\/span><\/div>\n
No mal som aj \u0161\u0165astie. Miloval si ma tie\u017e. To bola moja jedin\u00e1 z\u00e1chrana. To, \u010do ma dr\u017ealo nad vodou.<\/span><\/div>\n
Miloval som \u0165a…<\/span><\/div>\n
Miloval si ma…<\/span><\/div>\n
No \u010das nebol na na\u0161ej strane. Bol de\u0148 na\u0161ich 20t\u00fdch naroden\u00edn. Milovali sme sa. Bolo to po prv\u00fd kr\u00e1t, a bolo to n\u00e1dhern\u00e9. Zabudli sme na v\u0161etko, na \u017eivot… na smr\u0165.<\/span><\/div>\n
No to sme netu\u0161ili, \u017ee to bolo z\u00e1rove\u0148 aj posledn\u00fd kr\u00e1t.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u010eal\u0161\u00ed ve\u010der sme len tak le\u017eali v posteli. Rozpr\u00e1val si mi o na\u0161ej bud\u00facnosti, \u010do v\u0161etko spolu e\u0161te pre\u017eijeme. Tvoj hlas ma pomaly usp\u00e1val.<\/span><\/div>\n
„Billi,“ preru\u0161il som \u0165a. Pozrel si na m\u0148a, usmial sa.<\/span><\/div>\n
„Billi, s\u013e\u00fab mi nie\u010do!“ tvoj v\u00fdraz sa zmenil na nech\u00e1pav\u00fd.<\/span><\/div>\n
„S\u013eub mi, \u017ee bude\u0161 \u017ei\u0165. \u017de bude\u0161 ma\u0165 ve\u013ea det\u00ed a \u017ee im povie\u0161, ak\u00e9ho mali bl\u00e1zniv\u00e9ho str\u00fdka Toma. S\u013e\u00fab mi to, Bill\u00ed…“<\/span><\/div>\n
Plakal si. Nechcel si to po\u010du\u0165. Vedel si, \u010do to znamen\u00e1, a ja tie\u017e. C\u00edtil som to…<\/span><\/div>\n
Spolo\u010dne sme zaspali. No r\u00e1no si sa zobudil u\u017e len ty. Plakal si, vzlykal, neveril tomu.<\/span><\/div>\n
„S\u013eubujem, Tomi,“ povedal si.<\/span><\/div>\n
Nezn\u00e1\u0161al som svoj \u017eivot. Jedin\u00e9 dobr\u00e9 v \u0148om si bol TY. Horkosladk\u00fd \u017eivot… toto malo by\u0165 moje motto… Hork\u00e9 umieranie, sladk\u00e1 l\u00e1ska.<\/span><\/div>\n
(xXx)<\/span><\/div>\n
O 10 rokov nesk\u00f4r.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u0160t\u00edhli \u010diernovlas\u00fd mu\u017e st\u00e1l pri hrobe. Ved\u013ea neho st\u00e1la \u017eena, dve deti – dvoj\u010dat\u00e1. Ak\u00e1 ir\u00f3nia.<\/span><\/div>\n
„Billi! Tomi! polo\u017ete ku str\u00fdkovi kvietky a nebehajte tu!“ vravela ona. On len bolestne privieral o\u010di. Sna\u017eil sa potla\u010di\u0165 slzy. Jeho \u017eena o v\u0161etkom vedela. Re\u0161pektovala to. Preto ju miloval… no nie tak ako jeho. Stisla mu ruku.<\/span><\/div>\n
„Bill, nepla\u010d, ur\u010dite by to tak nechcel,“ vravela. On sa pousmial. Mala pravdu. Preto\u017ee ho poznal a vedel, \u010do by teraz povedal. „Tento svet je horkosladk\u00e1 symf\u00f3nia.“<\/span><\/div>\n
Zbohom Tom\u00ed.<\/span><\/div>\n
(kto by nech\u00e1pal, to „tento svet je…“ mal Tom vyryt\u00e9 na hrobe. xDD)<\/span><\/div>\n
autor: aKira<\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

autor: aKira betaread: Janule (mno toto sa v\u00e1m mo\u017eno bude zda\u0165 nudn\u00e9 \u010di bez zmyslu, ale pre m\u0148a m\u00e1 t\u00e1to poviedka obrovsk\u00fd v\u00fdznam x) neviem pre\u010do, ale prir\u00e1stla mi k srdcu…) Strach. Sm\u00fatok. Sklamanie. Tieto pocity sa vo mne miesili a nedok\u00e1zal<\/p>\n

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