We Are Fallen

I used to believe in love stories, that was when I was still ignorant.

Once upon a time, in France, their were two people who fell in love with each other. They went out a few times, then the girl asked the boy if he would be her boyfriend. He said yes, and four months later they moved in together. Two years later and the boy asked the girl to marry him. She said yes. They were happy, or at least she thought they were. But one day, a month before the wedding, the boy left. He said he didn't love her anymore.
The girl moved to New York City, hoping to find a new life, but she no longer believed in true love.