**Chapter 1: The Day of Death**

I woke up early that morning, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. 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 a lovely breakfast, chatted about our plans for the day, and then spent the morning lounging around the house. They were being their usual sweet selves, teasing me and making me laugh. As the day went on, I noticed that they seemed a bit off. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but then they mentioned that they weren't feeling quite right. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, holding my hand. I immediately felt a pang of worry and tried to call an ambulance. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to stay calm. They looked at me with a concerned expression, their eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I don't know, but I feel...weak," they replied, their voice barely above a whisper. I held their hand tightly, trying to comfort them as they struggled to breathe. Their pulse was getting slower, and their face was becoming pale. I could feel their life slipping away, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. "Please, don't say that," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "You're going to be okay. The ambulance will be here soon." They smiled weakly and squeezed my hand. "We love you, Noa," they whispered, their voice trembling. "You're our everything." I cried out, feeling a desperate sense of loss. "No, no, no. This can't be happening." Their eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness and love. "We're so proud of you, sweetie," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "We've had an amazing life with you." As the paramedics arrived, I felt their hand slip away from mine. I held on, but it was too late. Their body went limp, and their eyes froze, still open and sad. The paramedics rushed into the room, trying to revive them, but it was too late. They worked on them for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, they had to tell me that it was over. The Four Hotels were gone. I screamed and cried, overcome with grief. I couldn't believe that they were really gone. The paramedics tried to comfort me, but I was in shock. I couldn't process what had just happened. As they took me to the hospital, I couldn't stop thinking about the Four Hotels. I kept expecting them to walk into the room, smiling and healthy. But deep down, I knew that was impossible. They were really gone, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. The hospital staff tried to talk to me, but I just shook my head, unable to respond. I was numb, lost in my grief. I couldn't imagine a life without the Four Hotels by my side. As the day went on, I became more and more detached from reality. I just wanted to go back to the way things were before, when the Four Hotels were still alive and healthy. But I knew that was impossible. All I could do was hold on to the memories of our time together and hope that somehow, someway, they would come back to me. But for now, I was alone, left to face the unbearable pain of losing the love of my life. The Four Hotels were gone, and I was left to cry and mourn their loss.