A/N: This little idea popped into my head about a week ago, and has been bugging me since. Let me know how it works out. If you like it, I'll be more than happy to continue.

Disclaimer: Sweeney Todd is not mine, and never will be mine (goes off to sulk in a dark corner).

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When Love isn't enough

(Mrs. Lovett's P.O.V.)

Sure, I love 'im. Doesn't mean I don't get mad at 'im every now and then. But it 'ad never occurred to me, 'ow difficult it was to love 'im. I 'ave tried so 'ard, with all the smiles and lit'le gestures, but 'e's just so stuck in 'is own bloody world. I don't know 'ow to break 'im out of it. Sometimes love just isn't enough, and we 'ave to come to face the reality of it. So tha's what I decided on the cold rainy London mornin'. I give up. I just can't wait around for 'im anymore. This is goodbye. I'm leavin' London, and never lookin' back.

As you may be wonderin', where all these thoughts came from, well I'll tell ye. I was in the market buyin' some more bread, and ran into me friend Mrs. Bloomsdale. Plump old thing, very sweet, been one of me customers fer years. She told me of a girl who came to 'er every day for over a month. Said the poor thing was love sick for a man who paid 'er no mind, no mind at all. She said she gave the girl some advice. Sometimes love just isn't enough, she said to the poor girl. Well Mrs. Bloomsdale didn't see the girl for over three months. Thought she might've moved or somethin'. Well by the end of that third month, she came runnin' into 'er house screamin' and carryin' on like a crazed woman. The girl told Mrs. Bloomsdale that the boy who'd paid 'er no mind started to notice when she wouldn't talk to 'im or look at 'im. 'E told 'er that it drove 'im mad for those few months and realized 'is mistake. Can ye believe that? If only that was the case with Mr. Todd. 'E's been ignorin' me ever since that Lucy of 'is walked into 'is life. She's been dead now for over a year. E's 'ad 'is revenge on the Judge, and luckily no one's been snoopin' around for 'im. Johanna's 'alf way across the world. Yet Mr. T continues to brood over what can never be replaced. Stubborn 'e is, always 'as been, even when we was kids.

I can remember one day, we was playin' out in the snow. It didn't bother me at first, but when 'e started shakin' I asked 'im where 'is coat was. Said 'e didn't feel like wearin' it. 'E snuck outside to play with me, so 'e wouldn't 'ave to run into 'is mum. Stupid boy sat in a hot bath fer nearly four 'ours. 'Ad to walk 'ome by meself because of 'is foolishness.

Yes, Sweeney Todd, Benjamin Barker, whichever ye prefer are both stubborn men. And it's that lit'le fact that 'as me packin' my bags and leavin'.

(Sweeney Todd's P.O.V)

Where was that bloody woman with my food? Not that I'm going to eat it, but it's her responsibility! I shouldn't have to tell her. It's all her fault, everything was always her fault. I wager she's talking to one of her customers. Probably about silly things such as dresses or whatever women speak of these days. I'm growing impatient, and begin to pace. No, no I need to sit down; I'll just close my eyes and dream of my Lucy and her golden hair. Her wheat colored locks are so much neater than the redhead downstairs. And my beautiful daughter who smiles at me when I show her, her favorite doll. I miss that smile, Lord I miss that smile. Just to see it one more time, I would die a happy man. I know now that Lucy is gone, and so is my Johanna, but find it ever harder to forget. I thought when I had completed my revenge; I would have escaped this hell hole. But I can't bring myself to do it. Though the streets of London are set in a gloomy portrait of nothing but blues and blacks; Lucy lived here. She walked down these cobblestoned streets, bought food at the market and lived in this very room. Lucy and Johanna are with London, and so London is where I shall stay.

I smile at the very memory of them. They're so close, almost as if I can reach out and touch them. The fact that I can't upsets me and my usual frown is once again back in its rightful place. I hear something downstairs, sounds of running water and banging noises every now and then. Must be making it now; stupid woman slept late. After that Toby boy left to become a Butcher's apprentice, she's been slacking off. She'll kill herself by doing this alone. Maybe I'll get some peace and quiet when she does! I walk over to my window and look out at the dreary day. The water shuts off and my eyes cast downward to the people of London. Then something catches my eye. Red frizzy hair and, what were those… suitcases? The sight angers me, and I rush out of my shop and down to the street.

Before she has a chance to turn and leave, I grab her arm and pull her toward me. She looks frightened at first, but when she realizes it's me her face falls into a look of hatred and annoyance.

"Where do you think you're going?" I spit.

"Away from you!" she hisses. What the bloody hell's gotten into her?

"Where's my food?" I growl.

She scoffs at me, like I'm the lowest man she's ever met. A simple "humph" escapes her lips, and she pulls her arm away.

I walk beside her questioning, "Where are you going?"

She turns to me and looks me dead in the eye. She plasters a fake smile on her face before colliding her hand with my cheek.

"How dare ye ask me where I'm goin' like I'm yer bleeding pet! I'm leavin' London! Goodbye Mr. Todd!"

"Fine, go!" I bark at her.

"Goodbye Mr. Todd!" She gathered her skirts and left Fleet Street. Huffing, I walked into the shop to make my own damned breakfast. I slammed every drawer, every cabinet and every lid to express my anger. Damned woman.

"How dare ye ask me where I'm goin'" that God-awful voice of hers says, entering my head.

I snuff my food, letting that scowl be forever drawn on my face. Stupid woman… stupid London… stupid life, I curse under my breath. She'll be back.

(Mrs. Lovett's P.O.V)

I can already feel the tears brimming me eyes. I won't let meself cry, I say as I'm walkin' toward the train station. I won't do it, not for him. Ruddy bastard deserves the worst fate 'Ell's got to offer. Closer I get to the station, the more worrisome I become. That feelin' of dread that grows in the pit of me stomach. I ignore it while I purchase a one-way ticket to the countryside. It's no beach, but at least it's away from Mr. Todd. A man about me age, with blonde 'air and green eyes, comes to sit by me. The train was delayed for 15 minutes and its passengers 'ad to wait. 'E's handsome alright takin' out 'is newspaper and readin' it carefully. I draw me attention back to the train and sigh. The man says somethin' and catches me off guard.

"What?" I ask 'im kindly.

"I said you look like yer havin' a bad day." Lit'le does he know, he's exactly right.

"No I'm fine." I lie sweetly.

"Are ye sure?" 'E asks. I thought about it a lit'le and before I knew it, I was tellin' 'im what had 'appened. And surprisingly 'e looked concerned. Probably out of politeness but still, it was nice to know 'e listened.

Our train soon was lettin' its passengers aboard, and I took me bags and got in line. With one last look at the dreadful place, I let out a sigh and go to find me seat. I don't know why I started to panic when the train whistled loudly and started off. I suppose it was the realization that I was really leavin'. I'm really leavin' London, I say to meself, and I'm not comin' back.

A/N: uh review? (Hides) Sorry if they seem a little out of character, but I had to make Mrs. Lovett have a change of heart. I only did this so it would go along with my plot. Don't worry… I have a plan!