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 alre
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