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During the short time she was alone, she tried to think of what her soulmate might be like, [i]he[/i] would always appear in her mind. She couldn't get over the feeling of his warmth, his touch, every detail that she found her yearning for, even things such as his scent or the sound of his breath and his heartbeat; she wanted to experience again. She wanted to be close to him again and to get lost in his dark brown eyes all over again. However, she then remembered the name and date etched into her wrist and she realized that it was never meant to be between them. [i]"He Probably already has met his soulmate. He's just doing his job and being polite..."[/i] She thought, every word felt like a knife stab her chest. She wanted to scream and cry and damn the world for being so cruel, yet no tears came. "He's just being polite..." She repeated, her voice barely audible.

About 10 minutes after her being alone on the balcony, the gentleman from before arrived with various utensils, a truly bittersweet moment. Before she could utter a word, his voice silenced her of any protest she might have had. Saoirse looked away, refusing to make eye contact with him and remember that this was just an act of politeness. His hands touched her skin and she hopelessly tried not wince from the pain, but ultimately ended up failing;she clenched her fists to choax through the pain. Once he cleaned away the blood from her feet and hands, he gave her a glass of wine then gestured for her to sit on the railing. She immediately did as she was instructed, then placed the glass of wine next to her, before her hands returned to her lap. All the while, she refused to make eye contact with him. [i]"Just being polite. Just being polite. Just being polite. "[/i] She repeated in her mind.

"... Thank you. For everything. Truly. You have been wonderful." Saoirse finally murmered, her tone was quiet as she looked down at her hands, her hair draped over her face. She desperately tried to hide her grief, however, she found this near impossible to hide compared to the pain from before. If this was a dream, she wanted to wake up. She didn't want to keep living a lie - it was like never ending torture to watch, to feel, to know such kindness that she knew was not truly hers.

After a period of silence, she stood up. "Why must you be so kind? We don't even know each other and yet you come to my aid immediately after you realize that I am injured." She asked, finally making eye contact with him, her eyes held a slight regret yet also held confusion. To her it didn't make much sense for a member of the staff to not only ask her to dance but to also care for her so tenderly. All the while she pondered, causing a familiar burning sensation to arise in her wrist.