Thanks for Stepping Aside

On the way to get our marriage certificate for the twentieth time, Rolf Trivett regretted it once again.

In eight years, this was our twentieth attempt to get the certificate.

But every time we reached City Hall, he would always say he needed time to care for his seriously ill childhood friend and couldn't promise to marry me.

This time, I couldn't take it anymore and asked him, "If she’s never going to get better, does that mean you’ll never marry me? What am I to you?"

Rolf immediately lost his temper and yelled at me, "I've already promised to take care of her for life. Can you stop being so selfish?

"Besides, we've been together for eight years. What difference does it make if we don't get this certificate?"

Once again, abandoned on the way to get a marriage certificate, I felt dazed. Strangers passed by—couples, families with kids, and old couples supporting each other.

Their happiness felt like an insult, as if reminding me that Rolf Trivett didn't really love me, or he wouldn't keep leaving me behind over and over.

Tears spilled out before I could stop them. I lifted my head stubbornly and walked to a corner, breaking down into loud sobs.

Eight years—you don't get a lot of that in a lifetime. But my eight years of love had only been met with repeated lies.

Despite wearing my best clothes, I was the most broken person on the whole street. No one looked worse off than I did.

But I'd already faced this kind of brokenness nineteen times. This was the twentieth.

People always say the third time's the charm, but I'd been through more than that many times over, so this time, I allowed myself to cry and be broken one last time, and then never again.

"Are you okay?"

A little girl in a princess dress came over with a smile and offered me candy. My eyes blurred with tears, and for a moment, I felt like I was back on the day I first met Rolf.

Back then, my family was in crisis. My mother lay in the hospital, barely hanging on. I was hiding in a corner, wiping my tears, when Rolf appeared, handing me a piece of candy. He told me, "Don't cry. You'll get through this. One step at a time."

That candy was so sweet that I felt enveloped in it, and Rolf's comfort helped me through. My mother got better, and I started searching for him everywhere.

I always believed he brought me luck, that it was meant to be.

I stared at the candy and reached out my trembling hand to take it.

The candy tasted bitter, so bitter that it hurt deep inside.

It turned out that he was poison wrapped in sugar all along. I was just too stupid to realize it.

I forced a smile at the little girl. She waved and ran off, taking the piece of my heart she touched with