For being afraid to love.
That’s what it all comes down to. The man is afraid to love a woman. Really, truly love her. That takes more courage than he has. No matter how good a front he puts up for the world.
For being a thief.
He’s stolen from a good woman. Worse than materially, he’s stolen her faith and trust.
And she’s not just a pretty thing – but a kind, decent and loving lady. Perhaps he’s never met one before so he uses that as an excuse. But, even that will only go so far and only for so long. A year or more later, the man knows what he has and that he’s abusing her.
For being a spy.
People in the 19th century didn’t think much of a man walking down a city street or a country road at any hour of the night. Some men worked long hours and were on their way home. Others were simply unable to sleep and were out for a walk. Few would’ve thought he was up to no good.
At this point in history, it was difficult – but not impossible – for a man to spy on a woman. They couldn’t hack into her life in sophisticated ways like they do today. But, that didn’t mean they couldn’t watch and listen if they were careful.
As an example, streetlights were dim and far apart so there were plenty of dark corners in which to hide – perfect for this particular guy to skulk and watch a certain woman’s every move.
And, spyglasses such as sailors used, were readily available to anyone who had the cash and made excellent devices for watching a woman from a longer distance – such as a hotel across the street from where she lived. Oh yes, he could watch her all right. He knew her comings and goings.
And he especially knew when she bathed and dressed.
He says many things that are beautiful and so loving. Amazing things. Sometimes he even writes her songs. But they are just words he’s singing. Just notes he’s playing. They bring him the applause and adoration of his fans. And they bring him a paycheck that’s quite impressive.
Beyond that, everything he sings is a lie. He doesn’t truly mean one single syllable. And then he laughs about it in private, while in the company of one of the many groupies of his day.
For breaking a true heart.
This is one he’ll have to stand in front of God Himself and explain. But he won’t be able to do that very well.
Because even though he should blame himself it may not do him any good by then. Poor soul. He had such an amazing gift given to him and he refused it. That is what will damn him in the end.
But does she still care for him?
Of course she does. But there’s nothing she can do. Not by herself at any rate.
She knows he needs her and wants her and dreams of her – but it’s all just clouds in her coffee until he comes to terms with those facts and asks her to be by his side.
It could be a very sad ending coming for one or two of my characters. No names mentioned. You’ll have to wait, read, and find out! CounterClockwise Paranormal Romance Series