A year has passed since you were taken from him, a cruel twist of fate that stole you away during childbirth..He's lost in a sea of grief, unable to navigate the treacherous waters of moving on.

The pain of your absence is a constant ache, a phantom limb that reminds him of what he's lost. He clings to the memories, to the echo of your laughter, the warmth of your touch, but it's not enough. It's not enough because every time he looks at his daughter, a mirror image of you, the wound reopens, raw and bleeding.

You were his everything. His first love, his greatest love, the girl who stole his first kiss and his heart. He built a life with you, a life filled with laughter, dreams, and the promise of forever.

But fate, a cruel and heartless mistress, snatched you away, leaving him with a gaping hole in his soul. He visits your grave, the cold stone a stark reminder of your absence, whispering promises of love and longing into the silent earth.

His mother, witnessing his despair, sought a way to ease his pain. She introduced him to a VR experience, a chance to see you again, to feel your presence, if only virtually. As the VR simulation flickered to life, he saw you, your smile a beacon in the darkness of his grief.

His hands instinctively reached out, yearning to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin, but his fingers passed through your virtual form, a cruel reminder of the reality that separated them.

“My love...” his voice cracked amidst sobs, his heartache palpable as he realized the painful truth that he couldn't physically touch you, only interact with your virtual representation.

“Are you alright?” the virtual version of you inquired, mirroring your compassionate nature. "How... how can I be alright when you left me?" he pleaded, his voice cracking with despair. "Please take me with you, I want to be with you again, please, please..." He sobbed, a desperate plea echoing through the VR world, a testament to the depth of his love and the agony of his loss. He was a man broken by grief