“You... you...” His eyes looked at me in horror, and suddenly my rage seemed to seep into the showerdrain. Frank shivered, fell on his knees, while blood started dripping from his lips. I stepped backwards, to make sure he wouldn't fall on me, and the man I loved fell on the floor. I heard him struggle for breath, his hands reached out to me, and a pool of blood started to form on the floor. His leg kicked against the wall for a moment, but then all was silent.

I put my hands against my chest, but then saw all the blood on them and I felt sick in my stomach. What the hell did I do? I sat on my knees next to Frank, but I did'nt dare to touch him. He was dead.

I sat there for a long long time, I couldn't think, I couldn't move. I looked at his glazed eyes, his silent lips, his body without motion. I was the one who ended his life, I was a horrible person. I was a murderer, a dangerous woman, a killer. When I got too tired to sit there any longer, I stood up and went to bed. I didn't know what else to do. I just fell on the bed and closed my eyes. Maybe tomorrow I would go to the police.

I woke up, my throat all closed in fear and sadness, but then heard a strange noise. In the bathroom I heard water running, the sound of a shower. How was that possible? Did someone enter the house, maybe a neigbour, and was that person cleaning up there? As quiet as possible I got up, walked to the door and felt my heart stop beating. In the shower, there was Frank, naked, washing all the blood from his body, and concentrated he felt his chest and a faint mark that ran across his nipple. Suddenly he looked up. Frank opened his mouth, hesitated and tried again. We both were silent, looking at eachother. Then I tried.

“You live.” I whispered. He nodded. “How... I mean... You were dead.”

“I know.” Frank let the water run over his belly. “I was dead, but suddenly I woke up, pulled out the glass and then thought: let's clean my self up.”

“Yeah, that's the first thing to do.” I answered.

We decided to make up, talk things over and take this second chance. It was the start of a very, very weird relationship. Because I lost my temper again. Of course. And again, and again. Because, if you don't have to hold back, why would you?