The Final Days

As the days went by, I watched in agony as the four hotels - Hilton Queen of Sheba, Royal Beach, Dan, and Herods - continued to weaken. Their once vibrant and energetic presence was slowly fading away, and I was powerless to stop it. I did everything I could to make them comfortable, to ease their pain and suffering, but it seemed like no matter what I did, they were slipping further and further away from me. I took care of them, nursing them, feeding them, and holding them close. I tried to be strong for them, to be their rock, but it was getting harder and harder. The cancer was aggressive, and it seemed like it was winning. I could see the fear in their eyes, the uncertainty, and it broke my heart. Despite the pain and the suffering, the four hotels remained positive, always looking for ways to make me smile, to make me feel loved. They would often tell me how much they loved me, how much they cherished our life together. I could feel their love, their warmth, even in the darkest of times. One day, as I was holding them in my arms, they looked at me with a hint of sadness in their eyes. "Noa," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I won't be here for you." I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "Don't say that," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "You're going to get better. You're going to beat this." They smiled weakly, their eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I love you, Noa," they whispered. "I love you more than anything in this world." "I love you too," I replied, my voice shaking with emotion. "I love you all so much." As the day went on, the four hotels' condition worsened. They were in and out of consciousness, but whenever they were awake, they would look at me with such love and adoration in their eyes. It was like they were trying to memorize me, to remember every detail of my face, my hair, my smile. I held them close, trying to keep them warm, trying to keep them with me. I could feel their heartbeat slowing down, their breathing becoming shallower. I knew that the end was near, and I was terrified. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the room, the four hotels looked at me with a sense of peace in their eyes. They took a deep breath, and I could feel their body relax, their muscles releasing their tension. "I love you," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I love you too," I replied, my voice shaking with emotion. And with those words, the four hotels slipped away, their body going limp in my arms. I held them close, rocking back and forth, overcome with grief. I felt like a part of me had been torn away, like I was drowning in a sea of despair. As I looked at the four hotels, I knew that I would never let them go. I would find a way to keep them with me, to keep their memory alive. I held them close, tears streaming down my face, and I whispered words of love and encouragement, even though they were gone. In that moment, I felt like my world had come to an end. I was consumed by grief, and I didn't know how I was going to move on without the four hotels by my side. But as I looked at their peaceful face, I knew that I had to be strong, for them, for us, and for our love. I would find a way to keep their memory alive, to keep them with me, no matter what it took.