**The Day They Left Me**

I remember every detail of that day, like it was etched into my brain forever. It started like any other day, with the warm sun shining through the windows of our cozy home. The four hotels, my loving husband, woke up early, as he always did, and started getting ready for the day. We had plans to go out for brunch later, and I was looking forward to spending some quality time with him. As I rolled out of bed, they were already in the bathroom, shaving and getting dressed. I walked in to brush my teeth and give them a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, beautiful," they said, smiling at me with their bright blue eyes. I smiled back, feeling a flutter in my chest. I loved the way they made me feel, like I was the only person in the world. We had a lovely breakfast together, chatting about our plans for the day. They were being their usual sweet selves, teasing me about my cooking and making me laugh. I couldn't help but feel grateful for our life together. But as the morning wore on, I started to notice that they were acting strange. They were quieter than usual, and seemed a bit off. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but as the minutes ticked by, I realized that something was wrong. "They" were sitting on the couch, holding their stomach, and looked like they were in pain. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice weak and strained. I immediately felt a surge of worry and got up to sit beside them. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to stay calm. They didn't answer, just shook their head and took my hand in theirs. I could feel their pulse racing, and their skin was clammy. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed 911, trying to stay calm as I explained the situation to the operator. The four hotels were holding my hand tightly, their eyes locked on mine. As we waited for the ambulance to arrive, they started to say sweet things to me, like "I love you, Noa" and "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Their voice was getting weaker, and their pulse was getting slower. I could see the fear in their eyes, and it was breaking my heart. The paramedics arrived, and they rushed them to the hospital. I followed close behind, my heart heavy with worry. They tried to revive them, but it was too late. The four hotels looked at me with sad, open eyes, and their hand slipped away from mine. I screamed and cried, feeling like my world was crashing down around me. The paramedics tried to comfort me, but I was beyond consolation. They took them away, and I was left alone, feeling lost and shattered. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses. They told me that I had gone into shock, and that I needed to rest. I didn't care about anything except the fact that they were gone. As I lay there, I couldn't stop thinking about the four hotels, and how much I missed them. I felt like a part of me had been ripped away, and I didn't know how to go on without them. The doctor's words were a blur, but I remember them saying that I would need time to heal, and that I should try to stay calm. But I couldn't calm down. All I could think about was the four hotels, and how much I loved them. I knew that I would do anything to bring them back, even if it meant searching the entire world. Little did I know, that was exactly what I would have to do.