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Nj\u00eb let\u00ebr p\u00ebr Eliz\u00ebn<\/p>\n
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I kisha menduar mir\u00eb e mir\u00eb ato q\u00eb do t\u2019i thosha. E kisha ushtruar tekstin n\u00eb mendjen time dhjet\u00ebra her\u00eb e, p\u00ebr \u00e7udi, kur u hap dera gjith\u00e7ka u zhduk nga mendja ime. Para meje po rrinte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb syzez\u00eb e vetulltrash\u00eb, flok\u00ebzez\u00eb e belholl\u00eb, m\u2019u ashtu si Deni do ua kishte p\u00ebrshkruar shok\u00ebve t\u00eb luft\u00ebs qindra her\u00eb n\u00eb ato net t\u00eb gjata kur prisnin n\u00eb ankth duke u lutur pa z\u00eb t\u00eb mos i caktonin n\u00eb vij\u00ebn e par\u00eb t\u00eb frontit.<\/p>\n
– Eliza… – thash\u00eb un\u00eb pas nj\u00eb cop\u00eb heshtjeje t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme. Ajo pohoi leht\u00eb. Dora ime automatikisht u zgjat drejt saj. Ajo mori t\u00eb hidhte nj\u00eb hap prapa, por ndaloi sapo pa letr\u00ebn e mbledhur shuk n\u00eb dor\u00ebn time t\u00ebr\u00eb plag\u00eb q\u00eb ende nuk qen\u00eb sh\u00ebruar plot\u00ebsisht.<\/p>\n
– Nga atje?! – pyeti e hutuar, un\u00eb pohova menj\u00ebher\u00eb. – Nga Deni?!<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb pohova s\u00ebrish dhe ia ofrova letr\u00ebn edhe m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, thua se doja t\u00eb shp\u00ebtoja nga ajo sa m\u00eb par\u00eb. Ndieja se po m\u00eb digjte duart, ashtu si m\u00eb kishte djegur shpirtin t\u00ebr\u00eb ato her\u00eb q\u00eb e kisha lexuar n\u00eb tren a n\u00eb vapor, rrug\u00ebve q\u00eb i kisha kaluar n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, vet\u00ebm apo n\u00eb shoq\u00ebri t\u00eb njer\u00ebzve t\u00eb tjer\u00eb t\u00eb heshtur q\u00eb sillnin me vete n\u00ebp\u00ebr sht\u00ebpit\u00eb e tyre kujtime lufte q\u00eb nuk i rr\u00ebfeheshin dot askujt.<\/p>\n
Ajo zgjati dor\u00ebn ta merrte. M\u2019u\u00a0 kur gishtat e saj \u00e7ik\u00ebn maj\u00ebn e zarfit t\u00eb zhubravitur un\u00eb e t\u00ebrhoqa prapa. Ajo rrudhi vetullat.<\/p>\n
– Dy rreshtat e fundit… – u p\u00ebrpoqa t\u2019i mbaja n\u00eb mend fjal\u00ebt q\u00eb kisha vendosur t\u2019ia thosha, por s\u2019m\u00eb erdh\u00ebn n\u00eb mendje p\u00ebr dreq. – Un\u00eb i shkrova…<\/p>\n
Ajo m\u00eb pa e habitur.\u00a0 Nuk po kuptonte dot.<\/p>\n
– M\u00eb tha ai vet\u00eb. Kur t\u00eb jesh larg, shtoja letr\u00ebs k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb…<\/p>\n
Ajo buz\u00ebqeshi. U duk e leht\u00ebsuar.<\/p>\n
– Mir\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb, apo jo?<\/p>\n
Un\u00eb tunda kok\u00ebn leht\u00eb. Gjoksi m\u00eb theri.<\/p>\n
– E ke njohur mir\u00eb?<\/p>\n
– M\u00eb mir\u00eb sesa do kisha menduar se do e njihja ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb. – pohova me zem\u00ebr t\u00eb vrar\u00eb, ndon\u00ebse e vetmja her\u00eb q\u00eb e kisha par\u00eb qe ajo dit\u00eb kur ma pati dor\u00ebzuar at\u00eb let\u00ebr. E njihja mir\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, shpirtin ia njihja. Ashtu si\u00e7 ia njihja \u00e7do luft\u00ebtari q\u00eb l\u00eb prapa vet\u00eb zemr\u00ebn, dhe krejt \u00e7ka merr me vete \u00ebsht\u00eb shpresa e kthimit.<\/p>\n
Ajo e kapi letr\u00ebn but\u00ebsisht dhe un\u00eb e l\u00ebshova. Ktheva shpin\u00ebn me t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb, doja t\u00eb ikja para se ajo ta lexonte at\u00eb let\u00ebr. E dija se qe ulur n\u00eb prag t\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb meq\u00eb nuk i durohej t\u00eb ikte brenda. Mund ta ndieja zhurm\u00ebn q\u00eb b\u00ebri kur hapi zarfin dhe shpalosi letr\u00ebn. Shpejtova hapat. Doja t\u00eb ikja larg, shum\u00eb larg. Por sado q\u00eb t\u00eb shpejtoja hapat, mendimeve t\u00eb mia dot nuk u ika. Thell\u00eb n\u00eb mendje mund ta d\u00ebgjoja z\u00ebrin e saj teksa lexonte ato fjal\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb i kisha lexuar qindra her\u00eb p\u00ebrgjat\u00eb rrug\u00ebtimit tim dhe i kisha m\u00ebsuar p\u00ebrmend\u00ebsh m\u00eb mir\u00eb sesa lutjet e m\u00ebngjesit.<\/p>\n
\u201cM\u00eb fal q\u00eb nuk t\u00eb shkrova p\u00ebr dit\u00eblindjen t\u00ebnde t\u00eb 22-t\u00eb. Aty ku jam un\u00eb b\u00ebn luft\u00eb, e dashur. D\u00ebgjohen t\u00eb sht\u00ebna arm\u00ebsh dhe shp\u00ebrthime bombash. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt nuk jan\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb m\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Aty ku jam un\u00eb b\u00ebn luft\u00eb, e dashur. Luftojm\u00eb me vdekjen.<\/p>\n
M\u00eb fal q\u00eb nuk e more kurr\u00eb urimin e Vitit t\u00eb Ri, shpirt. Postierin q\u00eb po sillte letrat e zun\u00eb armiqt\u00eb n\u00eb rrug\u00eb dhe e vran\u00eb. Than\u00eb se e dogj\u00ebn me gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb kishte me vete. Bashk\u00eb me letr\u00ebn time t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb. Bashk\u00eb me shpirtin q\u00eb ai mbante n\u00eb brendi, me fotografin\u00eb e t\u00eb dashur\u00ebs s\u00eb tij mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb si hajmali.<\/p>\n
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M\u00eb fal, jeta ime, m\u00eb fal p\u00ebr munges\u00ebn. Aty ku jam un\u00eb b\u00ebn luft\u00eb e ashp\u00ebr, ndaj dot nuk t\u00eb telefonova dit\u00ebn q\u00eb u diplomove. T\u00eb pata premtuar se do ta b\u00ebja, e di. Por ja q\u00eb na zun\u00eb t\u00eb sht\u00ebnat n\u00eb mes t\u00eb malit dhe nj\u00eb ushtar buz\u00ebqum\u00ebsht n\u00eb duart e mia dha shpirt.<\/p>\n
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K\u00ebtu ku jam un\u00eb shoh shum\u00eb gjak e dashur. Shum\u00eb! Kam filluar t\u00eb mendoj se edhe vet\u00eb hija ime d\u00ebshiron t\u00eb m\u00eb vras\u00eb.<\/p>\n
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Kam shum\u00eb frik\u00eb. Nuk jam m\u00eb ai djali i guximsh\u00ebm q\u00eb ke njohur dhe aspak nuk turp\u00ebrohem ta pranoj k\u00ebt\u00eb. Lypset koxha nj\u00ebfar\u00eb trim\u00ebrie ta pranosh se ke frik\u00eb, ma ha mendja.<\/p>\n
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Vdekja po m\u00eb ndjek hap pas hapi Eliz\u00eb! E d\u00ebgjoj se si ec\u00ebn ngadal\u00eb, qet\u00eb… E gatshme p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u2019u hedhur p\u00ebrsip\u00ebr n\u00eb \u00e7do \u00e7ast. E kam kaq af\u00ebr. E ndiej! Kam frik\u00eb!\u201d<\/p>\n
Dhe kur Eliza kishte p\u00ebrfunduar s\u00eb lexuari k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb un\u00eb gjendesha shum\u00eb larg nga ajo, k\u00ebmba ime e \u00e7al\u00eb m\u00eb qe treguar m\u00eb besnike sesa p\u00ebrher\u00eb dhe nuk m\u00eb kishte tradhtuar. Kisha kaluar at\u00eb fshat rr\u00ebz\u00eb malit dhe po ikja tutje, por mund t\u00eb b\u00ebj be se e d\u00ebgjoja Eliz\u00ebn teksa ul\u00ebrinte pasi kishte lexuar ata dy rreshta t\u00eb fundit, t\u00eb shtremb\u00ebr, q\u00eb un\u00eb i kisha shtuar n\u00eb letr\u00ebn e Denit. N\u00eb letr\u00ebn q\u00eb ai djal\u00eb buz\u00ebqum\u00ebsht, q\u00eb kurr\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb nuk e kisha par\u00eb, ma kishte dor\u00ebzuar n\u00eb \u00e7astet e fundit duke m\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebritur dy-tri fjali.<\/p>\n
\u201cM\u00eb fal, Eliz\u00eb. M\u00eb fal, dashuria ime. M\u00eb fal, q\u00eb po e shkel bes\u00ebn e dh\u00ebn\u00eb. Nuk do kthehem. Dua, por nuk mundem. Kurr\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb kthehem. M\u00eb fal, jeta ime, m\u00eb fal, q\u00eb n\u00eb zemr\u00ebn time pos teje… tashm\u00eb ka edhe nj\u00eb plumb!\u201d<\/p>\n
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Nj\u00eb let\u00ebr p\u00ebr Eliz\u00ebn I kisha menduar mir\u00eb e mir\u00eb ato q\u00eb do t\u2019i thosha. E kisha ushtruar tekstin n\u00eb mendjen time dhjet\u00ebra her\u00eb e, p\u00ebr \u00e7udi, kur u hap dera gjith\u00e7ka u zhduk nga mendja ime. Para meje po rrinte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb syzez\u00eb e vetulltrash\u00eb, flok\u00ebzez\u00eb e belholl\u00eb, m\u2019u ashtu si Deni […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1189,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[46],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n