there's not always an end to a heartbeat or slippery blood on the linoleum to signify a death.
sometimes the soul just swirls around your mouth as the person's vacant eyes search yours yearning for what they possessed before with the entirety of body, mind, soul. at this point they want to die.
you explode first though. you can't bear the burden of two hearts with the help of another. the dying one on the floor certainly won't take their's back now. your body parts splatter their face and the walls as their last dying breath graces both of your hearts with a thin coating of icy and bitter resentment.