{"id":19505,"date":"2008-03-20T23:05:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-20T22:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=19464"},"modified":"2008-03-20T23:05:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-20T22:05:00","slug":"stmiva-se-tome","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2008\/03\/20\/stmiva-se-tome\/","title":{"rendered":"Stm\u00edv\u00e1 se, Tome"},"content":{"rendered":"
Tepl\u00e9 slune\u010dn\u00ed paprsky pronikaj\u00ed skrz \u010dern\u00e9 oble\u010den\u00ed kr\u00e1\u010dej\u00edc\u00edho mlad\u00edka, p\u0159esto je mu zima, p\u0159esto se t\u0159ese. Snad ztr\u00e1tou milovan\u00e9 osoby nezn\u00e1 radost. A te\u010f, kdy\u017e stoj\u00ed u jeho hrobu, slzy se ani nesna\u017e\u00ed zadr\u017eovat. Pro\u010d tak\u00e9?<\/div>\n
Jak jsi mi to mohl ud\u011blat? \u0158\u00edkal jsi \u00b4nav\u017edycky spolu\u00b4, cht\u011bli jsme spolu um\u0159\u00edt a ty m\u011b klidn\u011b opust\u00ed\u0161. Tome\u2026<\/em><\/div>\n
Uschl\u00e9 kv\u011bty d\u0159\u00edve z\u00e1\u0159iv\u011b rud\u00fdch r\u016f\u017e\u00ed p\u0159ipom\u00ednaj\u00ed opu\u0161t\u011bnou zahradu. Jsou jich tu des\u00edtky a v\u0161echny od Billa. Ka\u017ed\u00fd den, jako v\u011b\u010dn\u00e1 st\u00e1\u017e, stoj\u00ed u jeho hrobu. Nem\u016f\u017ee zapomenout, nechce zapomenout. A kdy\u017e pozd\u011b ve\u010der vyjdou hv\u011bzdy, h\u00e1d\u00e1, kter\u00e1 je ta bratrova.<\/div>\n
Bylo to tak n\u00e1hl\u00e9 a t\u00edm v\u00edce bolestn\u00e9. S hr\u016fzou si uv\u011bdomuje, \u017ee se s n\u00edm ani nesta\u010dil rozlou\u010dit. Ten ve\u010der, ten osudn\u00fd ve\u010der\u2026<\/div>\n
Vra\u0165 se mi, Tome, pros\u00edm.<\/em><\/div>\n
Se zoufal\u00fdm, prosebn\u00fdm v\u00fdrazem se obr\u00e1t\u00ed k nebi, snad nalezne \u00fat\u011bchu, kter\u00e1 st\u00e1le nep\u0159ich\u00e1z\u00ed. Lehk\u00fd v\u00e1nek ho \u0161imr\u00e1 na tv\u00e1\u0159\u00edch, kde se lesknou slzy. Jen m\u00e1lokdo by se mohl v\u017e\u00edt do jeho situace, jen m\u00e1lokdo by snesl to \u00famorn\u00e9 tr\u00e1pen\u00ed.<\/div>\n
Sv\u011bs\u00ed hlavu, o\u010di pevn\u011b semknut\u00e9, zkou\u0161eje si vybavit Tom\u016fv sm\u00edch. V t\u011bchto chv\u00edl\u00edch nejrad\u011bji mysl\u00ed na to, jak ho Tom rozesm\u00e1val, kdy\u017e mu nebylo nejl\u00e9pe, jak se pitvo\u0159il, d\u011blal ze sebe mal\u00e9 d\u011bcko, a to pro n\u011bj. Na jeho tv\u00e1\u0159i se na krati\u010dk\u00fd okam\u017eik objev\u00ed \u00fasm\u011bv, kter\u00fd hned zase zmiz\u00ed.<\/div>\n
Jeho zkrou\u0161en\u00fd v\u00fdraz p\u0159ipom\u00edn\u00e1 tv\u00e1\u0159 mu\u010den\u00e9ho zv\u00ed\u0159ete. Nech\u00e1pe, pro\u010d zrovna on.<\/div>\n
M\u011bl jsem zem\u0159\u00edt s tebou, nebyl bych s\u00e1m.<\/em><\/div>\n
I kdy\u017e proch\u00e1z\u00ed davem lid\u00ed, c\u00edt\u00ed se opu\u0161t\u011bn\u00fd. Jeho \u010d\u00e1st ode\u0161la a ta uboh\u00e1 p\u016flka z\u016fstala tady, v tom proklet\u00e9m sv\u011bte.<\/div>\n
Co jsi mi to ud\u011blal, Tome?<\/em><\/div>\n
T\u0159esouc\u00ed se rukou polo\u017e\u00ed na hrob zelen\u00e9 trs\u00e1tko a nev\u011bdomky se dotkne \u010dern\u00e9 p\u00e1sky na ruk\u00e1vu nos\u00edc\u00ed jeho bolest. Nikdy ji nesund\u00e1, pak by ho ztratil \u00fapln\u011b. S mu\u010div\u00fdm v\u00fdrazem se oto\u010d\u00ed a jde. N\u011bkam pry\u010d, kdo v\u00ed.<\/div>\n
Sny jsou kr\u00e1sn\u00e9, br\u00e1\u0161ko. Po\u010d\u00edtali jsme se v\u0161\u00edm, v\u0161echno jsme m\u011bli v hrsti, a\u017e na tu proklatou smrt!<\/em><\/div>\n
To ticho, ticho v\u0161ude kolem n\u011bj. Proch\u00e1z\u00ed brankou h\u0159bitova, nesouce ten t\u011b\u017ek\u00fd balvan v srdci. A ta pr\u00e1zdnota, kter\u00e1 ho obklopuje a pronik\u00e1 a\u017e do morku kost\u00ed. Cht\u011bl by k\u0159i\u010det, cht\u011bl by b\u011b\u017eet, cht\u011bl by Toma\u2026<\/div>\n
Sp\u00e1sa se ukr\u00fdv\u00e1 snad v pot\u016f\u010dku nad mostem, spojuj\u00edc\u00edm m\u011bsto mrtv\u00fdch se sv\u011btem \u017eiv\u00fdch. Bill se op\u0159e o rozeh\u0159\u00e1t\u00e9 z\u00e1bradl\u00ed vysok\u00e9ho mostu. M\u00edsto toho, aby teplo kovov\u00e9 konstrukce prostoupilo do jeho t\u011bla, zd\u00e1 se, \u017ee jeho smutek zas\u00e1hl i krajinu kolem.V\u0161echno je tak teskn\u00e9 a chladn\u00e9, list\u00ed strom\u016f \u0161um\u00ed tklivou melodii.<\/div>\n
A\u017e s nep\u0159\u00edtomn\u00fdm pohledem hled\u00ed na vodu v \u0159\u00ed\u010dce, raz\u00edc\u00ed si cestu mezi mokr\u00fdmi kameny. K\u00e9\u017e by se on dok\u00e1zal takto vyrovnat s p\u0159ek\u00e1\u017ekami v \u017eivot\u011b. Ale nejde to.<\/div>\n
U\u017e nevid\u00ed jinou cestu, mus\u00ed j\u00edt za n\u00edm. Tenhle sv\u011bt ho vy\u0161krtl ze seznamu, kdy\u017e zem\u0159el Tom. Rozechv\u011bl\u00fdm t\u011blem se p\u0159ehoupne na druhou stranu z\u00e1bradl\u00ed. Vratk\u00e9 ruce se p\u0159idr\u017euj\u00ed kovov\u00e9 z\u00e1brany. U\u017e nebre\u010d\u00ed, nem\u00e1 pro\u010d. Strach ho opustil, jakmile u\u010dinil toto rozhodnut\u00ed. U\u017e se dr\u017e\u00ed jen za kone\u010dky prst\u016f. Zhluboka se nadechne a pust\u00ed se \u00fapln\u011b.<\/div>\n
Ta volnost jeho p\u00e1du, kter\u00fd sice trval jen chv\u00edli, byla ohromuj\u00edc\u00ed. Pak n\u00e1raz. Tma. Nic.<\/div>\n
A p\u0159ece jenom oslep\u00ed ho modrav\u00e1 z\u00e1\u0159e, jen\u017e nadp\u0159irozen\u011b sv\u011bt\u00e9lkuje.<\/div>\n
Tome, tak kde jsi?<\/em><\/div>\n
Nevid\u00ed nic, c\u00edt\u00ed jen mr\u00e1z, co prostupuje jeho t\u011blem. A najednou zaslechne zvuk. N\u011bkdo vybrnk\u00e1v\u00e1 melodii jemu tak zn\u00e1mou. Okam\u017eit\u011b ji poznal.<\/div>\n
„In mir wird es langsam kalt. Wie lang konn‘ wir beide hier noch sein?“<\/p>\n

autor: Michaelle<\/strong>
betaread: Michelle M.<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Tepl\u00e9 slune\u010dn\u00ed paprsky pronikaj\u00ed skrz \u010dern\u00e9 oble\u010den\u00ed kr\u00e1\u010dej\u00edc\u00edho mlad\u00edka, p\u0159esto je mu zima, p\u0159esto se t\u0159ese. Snad ztr\u00e1tou milovan\u00e9 osoby nezn\u00e1 radost. A te\u010f, kdy\u017e stoj\u00ed u jeho hrobu, slzy se ani nesna\u017e\u00ed zadr\u017eovat. Pro\u010d tak\u00e9? Jak jsi mi to mohl ud\u011blat?<\/p>\n

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