The Indian woman sits out on her balcony, tears streaming down her face. On cue, Peter walks out with his trusty tray of tea.

“Must you always find me crying out here?” remarked the woman as Peter performs his routine.

“Must you always put yourself on the path of pain?” retorted the butler.

The woman snorted through the tears. She adjusted herself in her seat. “Well if you must know, we have been secretly seeing each other for a while now. Of course, you know that. Seldom things pass you Peter.” The butler smirked at the compliment. The woman continues. “Somewhere along the line, it became an endless cycle of ‘I love you, I love you not.’ I became tired of it. Frankly, I am tired of it. I couldn’t handle it anymore.” The woman shivers from the invisible breeze. “So what did I do? I confronted him. I am such an idiot.”

“No you are not Madam. You needed to end the painful cycle. You did what was needed.” comforted the butler. The woman smiled. Tears are still trickling down her face.

“I wish you weren’t right. Well we had a long painful conversation. We talked about his conflicted feelings for me. Funny enough, he never had the decency to ask me of mine. Back and forth we go, arguing that we love each other and he arguing we don’t have a future together. We fought this battle and I was ready for him to defeat me. To end it once and for all. Dramatic right?” chuckled the woman. “However, at the last moment, he told me he loves me. He told me he seriously loves me. No doubts whatsoever. I have waited so long for him to finally confirm his feelings for me. I used to dream of the day he admitted his love for me. But do you know what’s the worst part?”

The butler raised his eyebrow and sipped his tea in anticipation. The woman strengthen her grip on her cup. The tears increasingly fell from her eyes as she struggle to say the next words. “I did not believe him for one moment.”