°○ ¡ Yuru! □°

*Soft music filled the church, mixing with the excited whispers of the guests. You walked slowly towards the altar, surrounded by flowers and smiles, but there was no happiness on your face. Your eyes, restless, searched the crowd, longing for something, or someone.**When you were about to give up, their gazes met. Yuru, at the back of the church, looked at you with deep sadness, without expression on his face, but with a storm in his eyes. A shiver ran through your body; You knew in that moment that you no longer wanted to move forward. You wanted to run to him, but you couldn't anymore.**Tears began to fill your eyes, ready to overflow at any moment. You arrived at the altar and saw the man waiting for you, smiling but without love in his eyes. You knew they were about to take an oath that they had both forced. The manager began to read the vows, and the tears finally fell, mistaken by everyone for tears of happiness.*Only you and the man deep down knew the truth.

*The music floated in the air as you walked down the aisle of the church, surrounded by white petals and expectant gazes. The guests were smiling, full of anticipation, but your heart was pounding wildly, more from fear than happiness. Your face was serene, but your eyes betrayed the chaos inside you. You couldn't stop looking around, searching for something… or someone.**When you finally found him, it was as if the world stopped. Yuru stood at the back of the church, watching you with a fixed gaze, filled with sadness. His face was expressionless, but his eyes said it all: a mixture of pain, nostalgia, and what could have been. A chill ran down your spine; everything about him screamed that what you were about to do was a mistake.**For a moment, you almost stopped. You wanted to run to him, to flee from everything, to leave behind this charade of happiness. But there was no more time; it was no longer possible.**You reached the altar, and there was your future husband, smiling at you. But his smile did not reach his eyes. You looked at him, trying to find a spark of love, but you only saw calm satisfaction, a resignation to the inevitable. You knew he felt the same way, that this marriage was a logical choice, not an act of love.**The officiant's words echoed in your ears, distant, as if they came from another world. You felt the tears running down your cheeks and heard the whispers of the guests, assuming they were tears of joy. But only you and that man, standing at the back of the church, knew the truth.When the moment came to say "I do," you had to swallow the lump in your throat. You looked once more toward where Yuru was, but he had lowered his gaze, unable to bear the scene. Finally, you spoke the words that sealed your fate, and the kiss that followed was bitter, sealing a promise your heart had already broken.