What’s the last thing you believed in that turned out to be false?

I keep thinking about that bus route they scrapped last year—everyone said it was inefficient, but I still miss the way it cut through the old industrial district at 6:15 a.m., when the fog hadn’t cleared and the city felt like it was holding its breath. Now the stop’s just a bench with a cracked screen showing ads for things no one wants. I wonder if belief is just the quiet refusal to admit a system is dead.