Fooled Eleven Times, Freed at Last

As we make our way to the city hall, Paisley Doyle is struck by regret once again.

After seven years together, this is the 11th time we've found ourselves at this crossroads.

Every time we reach the city hall, she claims she needs more time to care for her sick first love and can't bring herself to marry me.

Unable to hold back any longer, I finally decide to confront her.

"If his condition never improves, does that mean you'll never marry me? Tell me, what do I even mean to you?"

Paisley's temper ignites, and she snaps back at me without a second thought.

"I promised to take care of him for the rest of my life! Can't you stop being so selfish?

"Besides, we've been together for seven years. What does it matter if we're not legally married?"

Once again, I found myself alone as I made my way to the city hall. A fog seemed to cloud my mind.

All around me, strangers flowed by—couples walking hand in hand, families with young children, and elderly partners who had weathered time together.

Their happiness hit me like a slap, a painful reminder that my partner's love was fleeting. If it were real, she wouldn't keep leaving me behind.

Tears welled up and streamed down my face, but I lifted my chin, trying to steel myself. Stumbling to a corner, I collapsed, crying without restraint.

Seven years felt like an entire chapter of my life, but all I got in return for my love were nothing but betrayals.

Though I wore my finest clothes, I was the most shattered person on that street. No one else could have been as miserable as I was.

Nonetheless, I'd been through this kind of despair more times than I cared to count. This was the 11th time.

People often claimed that misfortune wouldn't strike more than three times, but I had already gone far past that limit.

I gave in to my tears one last time. After today, I swore I'd never let myself sink this low again.

"Are you okay, sir?" a girl in a princess dress asked as she approached.

With a smile, she handed me a piece of candy. Through my tear-blurred vision, I felt as if I'd been transported back to the day I first met Paisley Doyle.

At that time, my family was caught in the midst of an unexpected crisis. My mother lay in the hospital, barely clinging to life.

I had curled up in a corner, tears streaming down my face. Out of nowhere, Paisley appeared and offered me a piece of candy.

"Don't cry. The road is beneath your feet. However you move forward, it will guide you to where you're meant to be."

That piece of candy had once lifted my spirits, and Paisley's comforting words meant more than I could ever say.

In time, my family returned to the life we once knew. Meanwhile, I searched everywhere for Paisley.

I had always