This was the limit! Frank had said to me. It will stop right here, I won't let you play with me, such things he yelled at me. I just stood there, smiling and quiet. I bet he got goosebumps when he looked at me. But he had not woken up happily and started packing his things.

“This house is not important enough for me to die for!” he snarled. “I'll be gone in a few minutes, you just enjoy yourself, lady.” And indeed, he left me.

The first day, I took the time to relax, clean the house, think about myself a little. I felt my energylevel grow and started to feel more happy. I thought if I wanted to, I could find Frank anywhere, and ask him to come back or find a way to kill him again. For now, I didn't need him at all. The next day I spent shopping, and made a nice walk around the neighbourhood. At night I watched a romantic comedy, but it made me miss Frank. I promised myself I'd look around for my man tomorrow, maybe we could talk.

So when I woke up that morning I checked Franks adressbook and called some of his friends. But they all said they hadn't seen him for a while, nor had he called them. But they could be lying of course. He was hiding somewhere after all. But how could I found out where? But then I decided it was no use. If Frank didn't want to see me, even if I found him, he wouldn't want to talk to me. I decided to let it rest, and went to work. The next days went by like the boring days they were. I thought about Frank a lot and wondered how I could get him back. I made some more phonecalls, but noone had seen my man.

That night I sat on the couch crying my eyes out. I'd watched some pictures of our photo album. Frank and I kissing in this cute hotel during a holiday, the both of us standing next to a waterfall, we having dinner. We could have so much fun together, but we hadn't felt that way in a long time. I had thrown away all that when I became a warrior princess, but had it been worth it? Of course not.

This agression made me feel powerfull, it made me feel like I was queen of the world, but that way, I'd always be a very lonely queen. No one would love me. Frank would be mortally afraid of me. That wasn't really what I wanted, I thought. I'd had to push that desire away, surpress it, put it under a rock, cover it up in cement and then throw it in the deepest ocean I could find. Anger was no way to deal with other people.

I took a deep breath and felt lighter, and better. Maybe if I could find Frank I could tell him all about my thoughts. I hoped he'd believe me and one day, love me again. He usually was a forgiving guy.