There was once a little blue heart that went around school all by himself. Even though he was surrounded by other blue hearts, he spoke to no one. Some thought he was rude, and despised him. Others thought he was mute, and sympathised with him. The truth of the matter was he was just different. And he knew it.

All the other little hearts in school were beamingly full hearts. He was the only one who was empty inside. Like a jar. Containing nothing. Every day, he would sit around wishing someone would understand him. Someone who is exactly like him.

And one fine day, as he stood at his usual spot during assembly, someone pushed through the crowd, and stood next to him. And there he was, standing tall; a little blue heart. All empty inside. Just like him.