Let's say it was the common case of wrong time, wrong place. That I was not ready to cope with someone like you.
Someone like you. The dark romantic figure with the obscure past. The lonely wolf who lost the love of his life through an unexpected, violent death, some years before we met. The nightmares which haunted you every night. Your rifles, locked up when you left me alone in your rooms. Your elegant, timeless, old-fashioned ways.
But I was exhausted and had no guts to take a risk after so many imponderable years.