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There was a long pause before I heard Evie’s voice, soft and hesitant. “What do you want, Kuzar?”
“I want to apologizer for the way I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for making you feel unwelcome in my home.”
Another long pause. Then Evie’s voice, softer still. “Why are you apologizing, Kuzar? You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Yes, I have. I’ve failed you. I’ve failed to make you feel safe and loved.”
I heard a soft gasp, and then Evie’s voice, trembling with emotion. “Loved? Why would you love me, Kuzar? I’m just a human.”
I took a step forward, my hand hovering over the door. “Because you’re Evie,” I said. “Because you’re beautiful, kind, and strong. Because you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
The door creaked open, and I saw Evie standing there, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.
“Kuzar.” She spoke so quietly, I barely heard her
I reached out and took her hand, her skin soft and warm against mine. I pulled her close, and for the first time since she entered my life, I felt a sense of peace.
“I love you, Evie,” I said, my voice hoarse with emotion. Humans expected me to say this term of endearment because they enjoyed hearing it. I sacrificed my life to join with hers, and therefore, love should follow.
Evie’s eyes filled with tears, and she leaned into me, her body trembling. I held her close, my heart filled with a love so fierce and so protective that it consumed me whole.
CHAPTER SIX
Evie
Veda bustled into the room, her wings fluttering with barely contained excitement. “Evie, look what I found today!” she exclaimed, holding up a small, intricately carved wooden box.
I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “It’s beautiful, Veda. Where did you find it?”
“In the old market, hidden beneath a pile of dusty books.” Her eyes sparkled. “I thought it might be something humans like. Is it?”
“Yes, it’s very much like something we’d treasure,” I said, taking the box from her and admiring the craftsmanship.
Veda watched me closely, her head tilting slightly. “What is it like, being human? I mean, truly like?”
I sighed, feeling the weight of her question. “It’s... complicated. We have our joys and sorrows, much like you, I suppose. But our world differs greatly from this.”
Her gaze lingered on me, full of a mix of wonder and something akin to longing. “I wish I could see it, just once.”
I reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe one day, Veda. Who knows what the future holds?”
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Maybe.”
The conversation shifted as I pulled out my sewing kit. “Here, let me show you something from my world.”
Veda’s eyes widened as I unfolded the small kit, revealing needles, threads, and tiny scissors. “What do you do with these?”
I picked up a needle and a piece of cloth. “We sew. We mend our clothes and create beautiful patterns. Here, I’ll show you.”
As I showed a simple stitch, Veda leaned in, her fascination clear. “It’s like magic.”
“It’s just a skill, like any other,” I said with a chuckle. “Here, you try.”
She hesitated, then took the needle from me, her fingers clumsy at first. But under my guidance, she slowly got the hang of it, her initial awkwardness giving way to a focused determination.
We lost track of time, absorbed in the simple act of sewing, a bridge forming between our two worlds. It was these moments, these small connections, that made my new life among the gargoyles bearable.
Later, in the dining cavern, the atmosphere was markedly different. The heavy silence of the gargoyles weighed on me, their unspoken judgments a stark contrast to Veda’s open curiosity.
