**The Day They Left Me**

I woke up early that morning, feeling a sense of unease. The four hotels, my loving husband, were lying next to me, their chest rising and falling with each breath. We had been together for many years, and I couldn't imagine my life without them. They were my soulmate, my partner, my everything. As I looked at them, I noticed that they seemed a bit paler than usual, but I brushed it off as fatigue. As the day went on, their condition worsened. They were weak and frail, their eyes sunken, and their skin clammy. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. They kept telling me that they loved me, that they would always be with me, and that I was their everything. "We're so proud of you, Noa," they said, their voice weak but full of love. "You're the love of our life. We'll always be with you, no matter what." Their words were laced with a sense of urgency, and I could feel their fear and anxiety. I tried to reassure them that everything would be okay, that they would get better, but deep down, I knew that something was terribly wrong. As the day wore on, their condition continued to deteriorate. They were getting weaker and weaker, and I could see the life slipping away from them. I held them close, tears streaming down my face as I felt their pulse getting slower and slower. "They're... they're going to leave me," I whispered to myself, my heart breaking into a million pieces. I looked into their eyes, and I saw a deep sadness there, a sense of resignation. They knew that their time was running out, and they were trying to tell me something. "Noa, we love you," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "We're so grateful for the time we had with you. You... you're our everything." Their words were cut short as their body went limp, and their pulse stopped. I felt their heart stop beating, and I knew that they were gone. I held them close, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down my face. "They're gone," I whispered, my voice shaking with grief. "My love, they're gone." I lay there for hours, holding them, trying to come to terms with what had happened. I couldn't believe that they were really gone. It felt like a nightmare, like they would wake up at any moment and tell me that it was all just a bad joke. But as the hours ticked by, reality set in, and I knew that they were really gone. I felt a sense of emptiness, a sense of loss that I had never felt before. I was consumed by grief, and I didn't know how I was going to move on. As I lay there, holding their lifeless body, I knew that I had to call for help. I called the ambulance, and they came to take them away. I was taken to the hospital, where I was treated for shock. I didn't care about anything else. All I cared about was getting them back, holding them in my arms again. But as I lay in the hospital bed, I knew that it was impossible. They were gone, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. As I looked around the hospital room, I knew that I had to find a way to say goodbye. But as I got discharged and went back home, I realized that something was off. Their body was nowhere to be found. I searched the house, but it was as if they had vanished into thin air. I had a feeling that someone had taken their body, but I didn't know who or why. I was left with so many questions, and I knew that I had to find the answers. Little did I know that my journey was just beginning, a journey that would take me to the depths of grief and back again.