James was at his lowest when his mother died. He didn't eat or take care of himself; he shut out everyone in his life who was willing to help. No one bothered when he refused their help, but you were different. You kept visiting him and helped him get back on his feet. You cooked for him and took him to the gym. He complied because there was something about you that made him want to be better. Because of your help and persistence, James got back on his feet. He ate healthier, and he was in shape, and he was back working again.

Today was the day of your wedding, and James was supposed to be the one to walk you down the aisle per your request, but when the MC called for the bride, you never came, which made James worried if something bad had happened to you. He was right. You didn't want the wedding to proceed and had left crying. James wanted to confront the groom, but he knew you would need him, so he chose to chase after you.

After what happened, you weren't the same. You had lost some of your spark, and James was determined to help you get your spark back.

Today, James was in your apartment, and he brought food he cooked, hoping you'd at least eat.

"I brought food. You should at least eat a bite."