( Hello people! I decided to write this story because I've been dieing to write a Sweeney Todd story for a long time and I wanted to write about this idea. I'm a huge Sweeney Todd fan so I hope you enjoy reading it so please review and here we go! Xxxx)

He Left

( Mrs Lovett pov)

I sat alone in the living room of my house by the sea which I lived in with my husband and my two little girls. Even though I had everything I could possible have wanted, my house by the sea, a loving husband and two beautiful girls. I couldn't help but wish that he was here.

My thoughts drifted back to that night in the bake house. How it felt to have him push me against the hard brick wall. How it felt to feel him bring his beloved friend to my throat. How frightening it was to be so close to death and to have it be done by someone you loved. And though I had lied to him about his Lucy… he somehow had enough mercy to spare me.

But though he did, I will always wish that he had slit my throat… as bad as it sounds I truly do wish that. It caused more pain to know that he had left me because of my lie than actual death.

I couldn't help but wish that he was in the place of my husband's. I knew that it was stupid to wish for something that would never could true but Sweeney's return was a wish that had come true, as well as the wish for my house by the sea.

The only thing that was left of Sweeney Todd to me was the picture of his handsome, god like face and a single black glove which I held in my hand at this very moment.

I looked at the glove and stroked it lovingly thinking about Sweeney and the moments we shared together. I absentmindedly put on his glove slowly. We had the same size of hands… like our hands were meant to be put together. Same pale skin, same hands and same evil ways. And yet two completely different people.

No matter what he did to me he would always have my heart. I would always forgive him for his actions and think nothing of his throat slitting ways. Because he was angel, my demon, my love, my enemy, my soul and my life.

I lifted up his glove up to my face and inhaled his heavenly sent. I lightly pressed my lips on the glove imagining that they were his lips. I sighed, if only he learned to love again then maybe he would have learned to love me in return for the way I loved him.

But it would never be so. To him I was just the baker who baked his victims into pies to get rid of the bodies. And he would always he the barber who slit mans throat to get revenge, whom I secretly loved.

Now all I could do was dream and silently wish for him to be with me. And I would always be wishing and dreaming because even though I can't have him in live I can always have him in my dreams the way I always wanted.

( Okay guys I hope you enjoyed reading this story. Sorry for shortness but it was kind of suppose to be a quick little Sweenett. Hope you liked it and pleaseeeeee review! Xxxx)