The tired little heart hurt from the silence. It tried to speak to its main artery, but the artery just pumped and pumped, and looked the other way. The little heart needed to feel their connection more than ever before.
"If I'm going to be alone, I need to know where to sever our connection!" the little heart cried.
The artery turned and huffed "I really don't care" and went back to existing.
The little heart grieved, from exhaustion of trying. After a mournful rest, the little heart began to bleed from slices of silence.
Soon, there was no connection at all. Instead, just two cellular structures inside a silent body.