**The Day They Left Me**

I woke up early that morning feeling a sense of unease, a feeling that something was off. They, my beloved Four Hotels, were lying next to me, their warm bodies wrapped in my arms. We had spent the previous night making love, our bodies entwined, our love for each other radiating like a beacon in the darkness. As I looked at them, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the life we had built together. They were my everything, my soulmate, my partner in every sense of the word. As the morning sun peeked through the blinds, they stirred, stretching their arms above their head. "Good morning, my love," they whispered, their voice husky from sleep. I smiled, feeling my heart swell with love for them. "Good morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. We made love again, our bodies moving in perfect sync. Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, watching the sun rise over the city. They told me how much they loved me, how much I meant to them. I felt their warmth, their love, and their adoration. But as the day wore on, I noticed that they were getting weaker. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but as the hours passed, their body began to change. Their skin turned pale, their eyes sunken, and their pulse grew slower. I felt a sense of panic rising within me, but they just smiled and told me they were fine. "My love, I'm so sorry," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I don't have much time left." I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "No, no, no, you can't leave me," I begged, holding them close. They looked at me with sad eyes, their gaze filled with a deep sorrow. "I'm so proud of the life we built together," they said, their voice weak but full of love. "I love you, Noa. You are my everything." As they spoke, their pulse grew slower, their body growing colder. I held them close, feeling their life slipping away from me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was feel the pain of losing them. And then, they were gone. Their body went limp, their eyes frozen in a permanent stare. I held them in my arms, rocking back and forth, screaming their name. But they didn't respond. They were gone, and I was left alone. The pain was overwhelming, and I felt myself slipping into shock. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and sterile white walls. A doctor told me that I had been in an accident, that I had lost someone close to me. I didn't need to ask who; I knew. I spent the next few hours in a daze, trying to process what had happened. When I finally felt strong enough, I left the hospital and returned to our home, hoping to find some sense of closure. But as I walked through the door, I realized that something was off. The Four Hotels' body was nowhere to be found. I searched the house from top to bottom, but they were gone. I felt a sense of unease, a feeling that someone had taken their body and hidden it. I knew I had to find them, to give them a proper burial. As I searched, I started to notice strange things. A book would fall off the shelf, a door would creak open, and I could have sworn I saw a shadowy figure out of the corner of my eye. I tried to tell myself it was just my imagination, but deep down, I knew it wasn't. I was starting to feel afraid, like I was being watched. And then, I heard a faint whisper in my ear. "Noa, we are here." I spun around, but there was no one there. I knew then that I wasn't alone in the house. The Four Hotels were still with me, but how? And why?