Page 28 of The Gargoyle in the College

Maybe it is what it is. She’s a human after all and probably needs more time to recover from our previous night together.

Or maybe she just wants to take a break after her lessons.

In my mind, I scout through the campus, searching for any scent of weird magical beings.

It has been years since the major war broke out, which affected a lot more than just this campus. But that is over now. Other than myself and a few other gargoyles on the campus, there’s no one else.

Everything is peaceful. The air smells like wet mud and plants, which is the best it can be.

I miss her already. Her soft body is so tempting. I want to do naughty things with her, but I know better than to make her entertain me.

I’m a fierce and strong gargoyle, but in front of her, it feels like I’m a silly one.

It doesn’t make sense.

I could demand what I want with my power. She has no idea who I am other than I’m a gargoyle. Given how humans know so little about the magical world, she doesn’t even understand what it means for her to get to know a gargoyle.

Not saying that I’m amazing or something, but a gargoyle like me can’t run around showing ourselves to humans. It has to be a very special human, so special that...

I want to stay with her for a long time, if not for the rest of my life.

But I have no idea whether she wants me, let alone wanting to spend a lot more time with me. We spent a night together and that’s all about it.

My heart races, making it hard to keep a stone face. I’m not a human and I’ve never paid attention to how humans get their mates. Laura should be treated to the highest standard among humans, but I don’t know what that should be. There were couples who took photos with me in beautiful white dresses when they got married, but that’s what happens after the couple confirms that they want to be a couple, not before.

What am I supposed to do?

Do I show her how I’m a great gargoyle that’s good enough to protect her? Do I have to bring her gifts? Can I even ask her what she wants? Does she even like a gargoyle?

I silently sigh even though no one’s around me and I’ve already chanted my magic, so no one can hear me, regardless. I miss her. What’s she doing? Reading a book? That can’t be as interesting as things we can do together, right?

But I suppose that’s what she wants, and she gets to enjoy that...

Or, she may be worrying about the party she has to attend. I don’t understand her. She just wants to make sure her friends are happy, so much so she doesn’t care about her own preferences. She’s a bit too nice. But she’s not going into a war with other beings, so I guess she can be nice to others.

Am I too fierce for her?

Gross... It rains and I remain in my spot. I’m a gargoyle, I don’t melt in rain, but it annoys me regardless. Now that Laura is around, she can help me if moss or something decides to grow on my wings and my body, but the rain itches regardless.

I yawn and close my eyes, getting into full statue mode.

She’s going to be around tomorrow too, so there’s no hurry. Maybe I’ll figure it out. I can’t be the only gargoyle who wants to be with a human, probably.

Chapter 14

Laura

It’s going to be fine. I’ll stay in the corner, and no one is going to kill me.

Most importantly, I have to keep my drink in sight all the time to stay safe. My gargoyle is probably going to save me if something happens, but... that may end up chaotic when his last save ended up pretty bad for the robber, not that I care about the robber anyway.

The safest will be for the drink to just stay with me.

The three friends who make me come with them are chuckling and pointing at hot guys in the bar. It didn’t take long before thewave of people crushed us and sent us in different directions. Maybe I should have tried harder at following them around, but it feels like they are made of magnet or something, people seem to stick to them from the beginning, while I remain the weirdo to the side.

The music hammers at my ear and the flashing lights threaten to blind me. I have no idea why people like this place.

If they want a place to get to know new people, they can try going to a cafe where they can sit and have a sip of coffee. That’ll be a place where people can actually chat, not like this place. I bet I can scream and shout, but no one is going to hear me. Why do these people like to make it hard for themselves? It makes no sense.

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