— “Why?”
The word, though barely whispered, sounded louder than a siren. All the employees turned to her in astonishment.
Sergei’s eyes filled even more with tears. He rose slowly, like a man carrying years of guilt on his back.
— Because… I lost you and I didn’t have the courage to fight.
Alia withdrew her hands slowly, and in her deep, tired eyes, a light burned.
— Everyone forgot me, Sergei. The world, friends, colleagues. You…
Her voice broke. For the first time in so long, her face flushed, not with shame, but with life.
In a corner, the cashier brought her hand to her mouth, astonished. The loan officer who had joked about Aleptina withdrew silently, feeling small.
— I didn’t know what happened to you… — Sergei said with a trembling voice. — When I heard about the fire, it was already too late. I searched, but I couldn’t find you. No one knew where you had disappeared.
Alia was silent.
— I came today for an audit. I didn’t even know you were here. When I saw you…
He took a step back.
— Please, let me help you. At least now.
But she shook her head.
— I don’t need pity, Sergei. I stood up on my own. I am not the Alia I was back then. I am something else.
For the first time, she looked around her. There were people listening to her. Not because she was a curiosity, but because they saw her, truly, for the first time.
— Maybe I no longer have the voice of the past… but I can paint again.
She took a small canvas out of her bag. She had painted the bank at dawn. With light streaming through the glass doors, with people in motion, with her in the corner, discreet.
— This is who I am now.
The branch manager approached.
— If you allow me… we can hang this painting right in the main hall.
Everyone agreed. Sergei smiled.
— I lost you once. I don’t want to lose you again.
Alia looked at him. A barely-there smile blossomed on her face.
— Maybe now, at last, I can start again. But in my own way.
And on that day, between the polished floors and brass handles, in a corner of the bank where no one usually looked, a woman was reborn. And everyone saw her. And they never forgot her.
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