I don't hate you sweetheart. I just have a strange hobby. We fit perfectly with eachother. I like to kill, you can't die. A match out of heaven."
“No, it's not!” Frank screamed. But then his knees gave way, he grabbed his neck and gasped for breath. “O, I feel awfull. What did you do?”
“I needed some time to think about this, Frank. I gave you poison. I didn't want you to run away from me.”
“You cruel woman. I wanted you to know...” He fell forward, barely catching himself with his hands. He whispered to me: “If you knew what I go through every time... Maybe you'd make yourself stop. God no, not again.” He closed his eyes and I heard his breath wheese in his throat. His face looked glowing hot, and he struggled to stay conscious. “Promise me, tomorrow, we'll talk.”
“We'll see about that.” I said calmly. I was going to think about how I'd keep on doing what I wanted most, so maybe tomorrow we'd go somewhere else.
“Promise me.” I could hardly hear his voice. Frank grabbed my skirt and his eyes stared feverishly into mine. But I only looked back, and thought about tomorrow. When his body went limp, I started my laptop and went surfing through the limitless bulk of information on the internet. I was sure I'd get lots of ideas. Not much later, Franks body turned cold.