**The Day They Died**

I'll never forget this day, the day my world came crashing down around me. It started like any other day, with the warm sunlight streaming through the windows of our cozy little house. The four hotels, my loving husband, and I had plans to go out for dinner and see a movie. We were excited to spend some quality time together, just the two of us. But as we were getting ready, I noticed that they seemed a bit off. They were quieter than usual, and I could sense a hint of concern in their eyes. I brushed it off, thinking maybe they were just stressed about work. But as we sat down on the couch, they suddenly grasped my hand and said, "Something's ain't right, sweetie." My heart skipped a beat as I looked at them, confusion etched on my face. "What do you mean?" I asked, but before they could respond, they pulled out their phone and handed it to me. "Call an ambulance," they whispered, their voice weak but urgent. I quickly dialed 911, my hands shaking as I tried to stay calm. The four hotels were holding my hand, their grip tight, but I could feel their strength fading. Their eyes, which were usually bright and full of life, began to dull, and their skin turned a sickly shade of pale. As I waited for the paramedics to arrive, I tried to talk to them, to keep them calm, but they just smiled weakly and said, "I love you, Noa. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Their voice was barely above a whisper, but it sent shivers down my spine. Their pulse was slowing down, and I could feel their life force slipping away. I squeezed their hand, trying to hold on, but it was no use. Their eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness, and I knew they were gone. Their hand slipped away from mine, and they died in my arms, their eyes open and unseeing. The sound of sirens echoed outside, and the paramedics rushed in, trying to revive them. But it was too late. They worked on them for what felt like an eternity, but it was no use. The four hotels were gone, and I was left alone, screaming and crying uncontrollably. The next thing I knew, I was being wheeled out of the house on a stretcher, the paramedics trying to calm me down. I was in shock, unable to process what had just happened. The four hotels, my loving husband, my everything, was gone. As I was taken to the hospital, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened. Had they been sick and I hadn't noticed? Had they been hiding something from me? The questions swirled in my mind, but I had no answers. All I knew was that my life was shattered, and I was left to pick up the pieces. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a journey that would take me to the depths of despair and back again.