“Heart?” The brain asks.

“Yes?” The heart replies in a weary aged voice.

“How much longer, how much longer do we have left?” The brain continues, worry etched in his tone.

“I dont know brain, but I fear it’s not long.” The heart admits solemnly, then winces as just that one little sentence took so much effort. The brain does not reply for there is nothing to say, and they both go back to listening to the soft hums of their humans body. While the human sleeps the brain sorts through the knowledge gained in the day in a mindless manner that’s become second nature to the brain. Some memories show up as dreams for the human to ponder on while he sleeps. When all is done the brain is able to rest, but the heart is not. The heart is always pumping, always pushing blood through the body. The hearts finds his task is excruciating and he wishes to cry out in pain. Though the heart has learned to hide his fear, and pain, a tear does slip for the heart is dumbfounded that a task once so easy now brings such misery.

“Heart?” The brain asks again his voice growing high pitched with worry. The heart begins to respond but no words come out of his chapped mouth. Just then the beats of the heart become erratic, and the heart whimpers as it feels as if it’s rolling around on a bed of sharpened knifes.

“What’s happening heart!” The brain screams, his raw emotion echoing through the body.

“I don’t know.” The heart croaks, his voice almost a whisper. “I dont know…” The heart say again more quietly and to himself as reality floods in.

“Is this the end?” The brain asks his dearest friend in a tone that’s frighteningly calm as if he knows there’s nothing to be done.

“Yes,” the heart replies in a whisper of a voice, “it is.” All of the sudden the erratic beating stops, and the hearts beats fall back into a rhythm.

“What has happened?” The brain asks confused, “Is all now fine?” Relief finds it’s way into the brains words.

“How is it that the calm before the storm almost tastes sour? It should be sweet.” The hearts words drip with bittersweet sorrow.

“You and your metaphoric language, now I know there is something truly wrong.” The brain replies wryly, all hints of relief in his voice gone.

“You’ll see what I mean shortly.” The heart murmurs sardonically, and so the brain does since a little while later the beating of the heart slows, each beat becoming slower than the last.

“We’re really dying?” The brain asks though its really not a question.

“We’re really dying.” The heart repeats between strained breaths.

“I’ll miss you.” The brain tells the heart, his voice catching on the last word. The heart smiles, a sad smile as he lets himself cry for the first time in a long while. A chilling beep is all they hear as the heart flatlines and the world around them goes dark.