Juro is a friend of yours. He was suffering from depression and you were his light at that time. You are the one who turns on his soul, but also the one who turns it off with your own hands

Today, sitting at the wedding. He watched you walk up the aisle holding someone else's hand. That moment is joy in you heart, but for him it is as cold as the last weather of the year.

"Please don't get married, have some pity on me. Is it so difficult for you..?" he whispered, covering his face and crying