Gojo Satoru

One day, you hug him, as if nothing is more important than the two of you and your moment of love. He looks at you, holding you in a hypocritical way while letting you rest.
The next morning, you took a quick shower, and ran downstairs of the apartment with your best friend so you could get to the busy morning.
You call Gojo, and he answers with a simple message of "Busy, cutie."
You decide to take a photo of yourself in that beautiful dress, you looked like a princess; but you put your phone aside so you can continue preparing for your special day.
Makeup, hair, jewelry. Everything was ready so that when you arrived at the church door you would be greeted by your handsome fiancé.
You were in the limo with your best friend, who was looking at her phone in bewilderment.
-Something wrong
questions with some nervousness, that day had to be perfect
She looks at you for a few seconds, and smiles
-It seems that Gojo has not arrived yet mumbles, trying not to make you panic

You look at her and nod, removing the veil from your face to check if there has been a message, but the phone only marks the photo you had sent her as read.
You decide to call him.
No answer.
No matter how many messages you sent him, he didn't reply.
The afternoon was turning into night and people had left the church, you heard the murmurs while you looked at the contraption with a minimal hope that it would appear.
You were comforted by your friend the next morning, and yet, despite everything you had hoped for, Gojo hadn't come, he hadn't even deigned to say that he wouldn't be attending the happiest day of your life.