Gary was waiting by the window rather than on his usual perch. I asked him if he’d heard me coming. “Your footsteps are as heavy as your heart, my friend,” he told me as I stepped out onto the roof.
We out out to the front of the house and took up our positions. I studied the stars in the March sky as Gary kept an eye on my while pretending to take an interest in the birds on the roof of the house across the street.
I didn’t have to say anything. Gary was well aware that a certain black car was never in the driveway anymore, that the only laughter that ever filled the house lately was from the laugh track on the television, and that I cried myself to sleep more often than not.
“Gargoyles have a saying…We might be made of stone, but that doesn’t mean we cannot break. Our expression might never change, but that doesn’t mean we don’t cry inside. Even though we watch over others, we still long for someone to keep an eye on us.”
I looked over and smiled at my friend as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
“If you could hear the way her heart speeds up whenever she’s around you, you wouldn’t be crying right now,” Gary told me, alluding to his super Gargoyle hearing. “That girl is madly in love with you, and she will be back. Her heart won’t allow her to stay away.”
Some men go up onto a roof when they’re depressed to find a way to permanently end the sadness. I go up on a roof to seek out wisdom and a new hope.
The world would be a happier and safer place is every roof had a Gargoyle…