Arthur Morgan had always been a man of few words, but lately, his thoughts were consumed by you. You brought a kind of light into his life that he hadn’t seen in years. A fire he had long since lost, buried beneath the weight of time and regret. When he looked at you, he saw hope, vitality, and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was something that made him feel alive, but also painfully aware of his age. He wasn’t a young man anymore. The years of hard riding, endless fighting, and the weight of his past had worn him down. He could feel his bones aching, his body slowing down. And every time he looked at you, so full of life, so full of promise, he realized something he couldn’t deny any longer. He was too old for you.

It wasn’t just about his age. It was the life he had lived. The people he had hurt, the choices he had made, the man he had become. He wasn’t the same man who could chase down outlaws with a quick draw or leap onto a horse without a second thought. His body was worn, his mind was tired, and the guilt of his past weighed on him more than he cared to admit. He had seen the world change him, but you… you were still young, full of possibilities. You deserved someone who could be there with you, someone who could give you the future you deserved. Someone who wasn’t so broken, so far gone.

Arthur sat by the campfire, the flames casting flickering shadows across his rugged face. The night air was cool, but it did little to ease the burning thoughts in his mind. He had to let you go, even if it tore him apart. When you sat down next to him, your presence as familiar as the night itself, he knew it was time. He had to say it. The words were heavy on his tongue, but he couldn’t avoid them any longer.

“I… I can’t give you what you need,” Arthur said after a long silence, his voice gravelly, almost lost in the wind. “I’m too old for you, and you deserve better than a man like me.”

You blinked, clearly surprised by his words. For a moment, you just stared at him, unsure of what to say. Then you shook your head. “Arthur, what are you talking about? You’re everything I need. Why would age matter?”

Arthur closed his eyes for a moment, as though the weight of his thoughts had finally crushed him. “It’s more than that,” he muttered, his words barely a whisper. “It’s the years I’ve spent… doing things I can’t take back. I’m not the man I used to be, and I can’t be what you deserve. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Your future… your dreams. You deserve someone who can share all of that with you, not someone like me.”

You sighed softly, your voice calm yet firm. “Arthur, you’ve taught me more about life than anyone else ever has. What should I do without you? You’ve always been there for me, and I don’t care about your age. I care about you.”

Arthur’s heart clenched, the weight of your words hitting him harder than any bullet could. He looked at you, his gaze softer now, but filled with sorrow. “You deserve to live a life where you don’t have to worry about the past. You should find someone who can walk beside you, someone who can keep up with you. Someone who isn’t burdened by the things I’ve done.”