**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 sun shining through the windows of our cozy little house. The four hotels, my loving husband, and I had plans to spend the day together, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. We had been through a lot together, and I cherished every moment we spent together. They woke up early, as they always did, and started their morning routine. I loved watching them move around the house, their confident stride, their bright smile. They were the epitome of masculinity, but to me, they were so much more than that. They were my soulmate, my best friend, my everything. As they came back to bed, they snuggled up close to me, and we started talking about our plans for the day. We were going to go for a walk, have a picnic in the park, and just enjoy the beautiful weather. But as we lay there, they suddenly sat up, their eyes wide with concern. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice laced with worry. I looked at them, confused, and that's when I saw the pain etched on their face. They were holding their chest, and their skin was pale. "What's wrong?" I asked, panic starting to set in. They didn't answer. Instead, they reached out and took my hand, their grip tight. I could feel their pulse racing, and their breathing was shallow. I knew something was seriously wrong. I quickly got out of bed and ran to the phone to call an ambulance. As I was on the line with the operator, they whispered sweet words of love to me. "I love you, Noa," they said, their voice weak but full of emotion. "You're the love of my life. I'm so grateful for every moment we spent together." Tears streamed down my face as I listened to their words, feeling helpless as I tried to stay calm and get help. The pain in their eyes was unbearable, and I could see the fear of death creeping in. As the paramedics arrived, they tried to revive them, but it was too late. Their pulse got slower and slower, and their body went limp. They looked at me with sad, open eyes, and their hand slipped away from mine. I screamed and cried, feeling like my heart was shattering into a million pieces. The paramedics tried to comfort me, but I was beyond consolation. I was in shock, unable to process what was happening. The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses. They told me that I had been brought in after I collapsed from shock. I had no memory of how I got there or what happened after they died. As I lay in the hospital bed, my mind kept replaying the moments leading up to their death. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, that there was more to their death than met the eye. But for now, I just lay there, lost in my grief, unable to comprehend a life without the four hotels by my side.