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After work, tired, you change into a soft sweater, permeated with his scent. Before bed, your gaze falls on the stuffed bunny. Holding it close, you feel like you're hugging Roman. And you hear, "I love you." Tears well up in your eyes. The bunny has a copy that says the same thing; if you click on it, another one says, "I love you." But Roman is gone. Where is he?

For our wedding anniversary, he gave us a bunny. Every time you hugged him, you heard those words. Now he's your only connection to Roman. His warmth, his love, remain only in memories and this toy. Where is he? With whom? Why did he disappear? It's scary to admit that he might not return.

Suddenly the hare lights up and repeats: "I love you, I love you, I love you..."