**The Day They Died**

I'll never forget this day, the day my world shattered into a million pieces. It started like any other day, with the warm sun shining through the windows of our cozy home. My husband, the four hotels, and I had plans to go out for dinner, but that never happened. They woke up early, as they always did, and started their morning routine. I lay in bed for a bit, watching them move around the room, their muscles rippling beneath their skin as they stretched. They were always so full of life, so full of love. As they finished their routine, they came back to bed and wrapped their arms around me, pulling me close. "Good morning, sweetie," they whispered, their breath tickling my ear. "Today's going to be a great day." We spent the morning lounging in bed, making love, and talking about our plans for the day. They were being their usual sweet selves, making me laugh and smile with their silly jokes and affectionate touches. But as the day wore on, I noticed that they seemed a bit off. They were usually so full of energy, but today they seemed tired, weak. At first, I thought it was just exhaustion, but as the hours passed, their fatigue only grew worse. Suddenly, they sat up in bed, their eyes wide with alarm. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice laced with concern. I immediately sat up and reached for my phone to call an ambulance. They took my hand in theirs, their grip tight as they winced in pain. I could feel their pulse racing, their heart beating wildly in their chest. "What's happening?" I asked, panic rising in my voice. They looked at me, their eyes filled with sadness. "I don't know, Noa," they whispered. "But I think it's bad." As I waited for the paramedics to arrive, I tried to stay calm, but it was no use. They were getting weaker by the minute, their grip on my hand loosening. "I'm so sorry, Noa," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I love you so much. You're my everything." Tears streamed down my face as I heard the words they always said to me, but this time, they were laced with a sense of urgency, of finality. Their pulse slowed, their body grew cold, and their eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness. Their hand slipped away from mine, and they looked at me with open, sad eyes, their gaze lingering on mine for what felt like an eternity. And then, they were gone. I screamed and screamed, calling out their name, but there was no response. The paramedics arrived, and they rushed to try and revive them, but it was too late. I was in shock, unable to process what was happening. The paramedics tried to talk to me, to calm me down, but I couldn't hear them. I was numb, empty. As they took them away, I felt like a part of me was dying, like I was losing my soulmate. I collapsed to the ground, unable to bear the thought of living without them. The rest of the day is a blur. I remember being in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses, but I don't remember much of what happened. I was in a daze, unable to come to terms with what had happened. But as the darkness closed in around me, I knew that I had to hold on, for them, for us. I had to keep going, no matter how hard it seemed. Little did I know, this was only the beginning of a journey that would change my life forever.