{"id":17658,"date":"2008-06-03T18:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-06-03T17:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=17619"},"modified":"2008-06-03T18:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-06-03T17:00:00","slug":"my-paper-heart-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2008\/06\/03\/my-paper-heart-6\/","title":{"rendered":"My Paper Heart 6."},"content":{"rendered":"<div>autor: <strong>Licona<\/strong><br \/>betaread: <strong>Janule<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>Katie bola takmer pri konci svojho pr\u00edbehu. Sedela v kresle a pomaly si listovala v hrubo\u010diznom z\u00e1pisn\u00edku neutr\u00e1lnej slabohnedej farby. Pri poh\u013eade na\u0148 by v\u00e1m ur\u010dite nenapadlo, \u017ee obsahuje cel\u00fd jej \u017eivot, srdce aj du\u0161u.<\/div>\n<div>Na vysokej \u0161kole mala priate\u013ea. Pred n\u00edm ich u\u017e p\u00e1r mala, ale tento&#8230; Bol \u00fa\u017easn\u00fd, dokonal\u00fd a \u00faprimne sa \u013e\u00fabili. Mohla sa s n\u00edm zhov\u00e1ra\u0165 o v\u0161etkom &#8211; o umen\u00ed, literat\u00fare, hudbe ale aj o be\u017en\u00fdch veciach. \u017dila ako vo sne, \u017eila len pre neho. Neodva\u017eovala sa myslie\u0165 na ich spolo\u010dn\u00fa bud\u00facnos\u0165 &#8211; boli predsa len dos\u0165 mlad\u00fd &#8211; ale ob\u010das ju napadlo, \u017ee by bola ten naj\u0161\u0165astnej\u0161\u00ed \u010dlovek na zemi, keby s n\u00edm mohla by\u0165 aj o dva roky, p\u00e4\u0165 rokov, tridsa\u0165 rokov&#8230;<\/div>\n<div>Pri\u0161iel v\u0161ak de\u0148, ke\u010f sa jej sen n\u00e1hle rozplynul v nen\u00e1vratne. Je e\u0161te mlad\u00fd, nechce sa viaza\u0165, chce si u\u017e\u00edva\u0165 &#8211; to boli jeho posledn\u00e9 slov\u00e1. Plakal a ona plakala tie\u017e. Odi\u0161iel z jej \u017eivota a u\u017e sa do neho nikdy nevr\u00e1til.<\/div>\n<div>To obdobie pol roka po ich rozchode bola Katie na dne. \u010casto plakala, ve\u013ea pila a stranila sa \u013eud\u00ed. Jedn\u00e9ho d\u0148a v\u0161ak pri\u0161iel n\u00e1pad. Vytiahla z\u00e1pisn\u00edk, ktor\u00fd dostala od svojej najlep\u0161ej kamar\u00e1tky k narodenin\u00e1m a za\u010dala p\u00edsa\u0165. Kone\u010dne sa upokojila a netrvalo dlho, k\u00fdm si uvedomila, \u017ee sa za\u013e\u00fabila do postavy, ktor\u00fa vytvorila. Roth bol ako On, ale predsa bol \u00faplne odli\u0161n\u00fd. Podobal sa Jemu, ale predsa sa mu nepodobal. Katiena existencia, v\u0161etky city, ktor\u00e9 predt\u00fdm venovala Jemu, teraz putovali do knihy. A s\u00fastre\u010fovali sa na Rotha.<\/div>\n<hr \/>\n<div>Teraz, ke\u010f si tu tak listovala rokmi svojej pr\u00e1ce a po l\u00edcach sa jej kot\u00fa\u013eali slzy, napadlo ju, \u010do bude robi\u0165, ke\u010f knihu dop\u00ed\u0161e. \u00c1no, d\u00e1 ju niekomu vo vydavate\u013estve, mo\u017eno ju vydaj\u00fa, ale&#8230; p\u00edsala vlastne pre seba a trochu sa aj b\u00e1la knihu vyda\u0165 &#8211; dala do nej \u00faplne v\u0161etko, nik knihu nem\u00f4\u017ee pochopi\u0165 presne tak, ako ju myslela. Nik nem\u00f4\u017ee pochopi\u0165 v\u0161etky city, ktor\u00e9 obsahuje&#8230; \u00daporne rozm\u00fd\u0161\u013eala, \u010do s \u0148ou bude, ke\u010f bude knihe koniec, lebo hoci si to nechcela prizna\u0165, koniec sa neodvratne bl\u00ed\u017eil. Znovu upadne ako pred rokmi? Alebo&#8230;?<\/div>\n<div>Jej my\u0161lienky n\u00e1hle preru\u0161ilo zvonenie mobilu. Na\u010diahla sa za n\u00edm.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Pros\u00edm,&#8220; ozvala sa do telef\u00f3nu, utierala si zaslzen\u00fa tv\u00e1r a sna\u017eila sa, aby jej hlas znel \u010do mo\u017eno najnorm\u00e1lnej\u0161ie.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Katie? To som ja, Tom.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>Pri jeho hlase jej srdce trochu \u010dudne podsko\u010dilo.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Prep\u00e1\u010d, \u017ee \u0165a otravujem,&#8220; pokra\u010doval Tom, &#8222;ale v\u00e1\u017ene som nevedel komu zavola\u0165.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;\u010co sa stalo?&#8220; op\u00fdtala sa nap\u00e4to.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Vie\u0161, Bill tu le\u017e\u00ed na posteli&#8230;&#8220; na chv\u00ed\u013eu sa odml\u010dal, &#8222;je stra\u0161ne opit\u00fd a o\u010dividne ho niekto zbil.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;\u010co\u017ee?? Neboj sa, hne\u010f som tam,&#8220; povedala Katie, &#8222;nem\u00e1m nie\u010do prinies\u0165? Na rany alebo tak?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Nie. O to sa u\u017e postaral Bill, len pros\u00edm pr\u00ed\u010f,&#8220; hlas sa mu trochu zatriasol.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;\u00c1no, budem tam o chv\u00ed\u013eu.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;A Katie?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;\u00c1no?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;\u010eakujem. Si skvel\u00e1.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div>Katie sa s uchom pri mobile u\u0161krnula, i ke\u010f vedela, \u017ee Tom ju nem\u00f4\u017ee vidie\u0165.<\/div>\n<div>&#8222;Ja viem,&#8220; zasmiala sa kr\u00e1tko a polo\u017eila.<\/div>\n<div>\u2665\u2665\u2665<\/div>\n<div>Tom s povzdychom odlo\u017eila mobil na st\u00f4l a pozrel sa na Billa, le\u017eiaceho na posteli. Skontroloval ho, rad\u0161ej mu trochu naklonil hlavu nabok, aby sa neudusil, ak mu pr\u00edde zle a ve\u013emi opatrne a jemne pohladil Billa po tv\u00e1ri. Potom sa zvrtol a pon\u00e1h\u013eal sa dolu na pr\u00edzemie. Ke\u010f sa za dve min\u00faty op\u00e4\u0165 zjavil v Billovej izbe, v ruk\u00e1ch dr\u017eal mokr\u00fd uter\u00e1k. Sadol si na poste\u013e k Billovi &#8211; pritom ho musel opatrne odtisn\u00fa\u0165, aby sa na poste\u013e zmestili obaja &#8211; a prebehla n\u00edm vlna prudk\u00e9ho sm\u00fatku a citov. Bol pri \u0148om tak bl\u00edzko, st\u00e1le bol pri \u0148om tak bl\u00edzko, ale nemohol sa ho dotkn\u00fa\u0165 inak ako bratsky. Vlastne, aj o t\u00fato mo\u017enos\u0165 u\u017e asi pri\u0161iel po tom, ako sa odned\u00e1vna spr\u00e1val<\/div>\n<div>Tom si vzdychol a prilo\u017eil bratovi na \u010delo uter\u00e1k. Dok\u00fdm \u010dakal na Katie, zm\u00fdval z bratovho \u010dela pot a rozm\u00fd\u0161\u013eal o tom dni, ktor\u00fd zmenil jeho poh\u013ead na Billa , o snoch, ktor\u00e9 ho prenasledovali a o v\u010deraj\u0161ku, ke\u010f omylom vo\u0161iel do k\u00fapelne, ktorou sa niesli vzru\u0161en\u00e9 v\u00fddychy jeho brata. Op\u00e4\u0165 sa zamyslel nad t\u00fdm, \u010do sa mu zdalo, \u017ee po\u010duje. Ale nie, ur\u010dite je to hl\u00fapos\u0165&#8230; nem\u00e1 to \u017eiadnu n\u00e1dej&#8230;<\/div>\n<div>Osamel\u00e1 slza sa skot\u00fa\u013eala chlapcov\u00fdm l\u00edcom a dopadla na Billovu tv\u00e1r. Vyzerala, akoby vy\u0161la z oka toho le\u017eiaceho, takmer nah\u00e9ho chlapca. Stiekla dolu aj jeho l\u00edcom a vpila sa do vank\u00fa\u0161a, ktor\u00fd u\u017e musel vypi\u0165 hromadu t\u00fdch slan\u00fdch kvap\u00f4\u010diek&#8230; Tom o tom v\u0161ak nemal ani tu\u0161enia&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>autor: <strong>Licona<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>autor: Liconabetaread: Janule Katie bola takmer pri konci svojho pr\u00edbehu. Sedela v kresle a pomaly si listovala v hrubo\u010diznom z\u00e1pisn\u00edku neutr\u00e1lnej slabohnedej farby. Pri poh\u013eade na\u0148 by v\u00e1m ur\u010dite nenapadlo, \u017ee obsahuje cel\u00fd jej \u017eivot, srdce aj du\u0161u. 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