**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. The four hotels, my loving husband, and I had plans to go out for dinner, but they never got to materialize. We were in the living room, watching TV and laughing together, when suddenly, they clutched their stomach and grimaced in pain. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice weak and laced with concern. I immediately got up and sat beside them, taking their hand in mine. "What's wrong? What's happening?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. They looked at me with a mixture of fear and love in their eyes. "I don't know, Noa. I just feel... off." I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed the emergency services, trying to stay calm. "Hello, we need an ambulance. My husband is... he's not feeling well." The four hotels squeezed my hand, and I could feel their pulse racing. "I love you, Noa," they whispered, their voice barely audible. As I waited for the paramedics to arrive, I tried to comfort them, talking softly and stroking their hair. They looked up at me, and I saw the fear in their eyes turn to sadness. Their pulse started to slow down, and their skin turned pale. "Noa... I'm so sorry," they whispered, their voice getting weaker. "I love you... so much." Their hand slipped away from mine, and they looked at me with open, sad eyes. I screamed their name, but they didn't respond. I held their hand again, trying to bring them back, but it was too late. They were gone. The paramedics arrived soon after, and they tried to revive them, but it was no use. They worked on them for what felt like an eternity, but my husband, my loving four hotels, was gone. I was in shock, screaming and crying uncontrollably. I couldn't believe they were really gone. The paramedics tried to comfort me, but I pushed them away. I just wanted them back. As they took them away, I felt like a part of me was ripped out of my body. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was cry and scream their name. The hospital. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses. They told me I had been in a coma for a few hours, that I had gone into shock after what happened. I didn't care about anything they said. All I wanted was my four hotels back. I asked them where they were, and they told me they had taken their body to... I don't know, somewhere. I just wanted to see them, to hold them one last time. But as I got discharged and went back to our home, I realized that something was off. The four hotels's body was nowhere to be found. I searched the entire house, but they were gone. I had a feeling that someone had taken their body, and I was determined to find out who and why. Little did I know, my journey was just beginning, and it would lead me to places I never imagined.