Thankfully, the snow had stopped, but that didn’t make my journey through several inches of the stuff any less treacherous.
The Gargoyle sat silently on his perch at the edge of the roof. I knew he heard me approaching, but I guessed he didn’t make any sudden movements out of fear of startling me, and sending me plummeting to the driveway below.
When I had finally made it close enough to the place where he kept watch over my home, I cleared my throat to get his attention.
Gary, as the Gargoyle had told me to call him the first time he’d revealed that he could speak, turned slowly and adroitly to face me.
The look on his face told me he was not pleased to have a visitor.
“What are you doing up here?” he demanded in his gravelly voice.
“I thought you might be cold after the storm, and I wanted to check on you,” I lied.
Gary snapped open his wings as if to inform me that I was a horrible liar.
“I’m a magical creature made of stone,” he stated the obvious. “I’m not affected by the weather. Unlike you, who is the king of the klutzes, and could slip and fall to his death at any moment. Care to try again?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know why I’d lied to Gary.
“I just wanted to talk I guess,” I finally admitted.
Gary stepped down from his perch, and motioned for me to sit. It was completely clear of snow since he’d been standing on it all day keeping vigil.
I took him up on his offer, but made sure to keep my back to the street so I didn’t see how far away the ground was. I wasn’t afraid of falling because I knew Gary to save me if I did, but I still didn’t need to see how high up I was.
“I know you’ve heard things…”
It was a well-known fact that Gargoyles had excellent hearing. He heard anything that when on inside the house, or anywhere on the block for that matter.
Gary nodded. “I heard a second voice consistently for the first time in ages. I heard happiness and domesticity and affection. Then, I heard only your voice again.”
I hung my head. He’d summed up the problem so succinctly, that it actually made me feel even worse.
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked with the desperation of a man who would wander out onto a roof covered in half a foot of snow.
It wasn’t much to cling to, but it made me feel better. And eager to leave it all behind.
“Can we go for a quick flight?” I asked hopefully.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied.
I climbed onto Gary’s back, and we quickly rose towards the afternoon sky, and for the moment at least, put some distance between me and what ailed my aching heart…