Not Falling Apart

Rated T+ for sexual innuendo.


Danced all night

Slept all day

Careless with my heart again

Fearless when it comes to playing games


Mrs. Lovett paced her room rapidly, berating her stupidity. Her scarlet hair whipped her face, as is punishing her for her idiocy. Her normally comforting corset felt tight and constricting, binding the disgust deep in her chest, swelling even more every passing moment. The texture of her half gloves felt itchy and bothersome, another sign of her dirty act. She swore under her breath, the loudest her hoarse voice would allow. She couldn't believe how foolish she had been that night.


You don't cry

You don't care

Afraid to have a love affair

Is that your ghost?

Or are you really there?


Sweeney sat in his barber's chair, legs crossed pensively. His brows were furrowed, a small crease forming in between them. His hand cupped his chin, as if longing for smooth skin to caress. His other hand gripped the arm of the chair, as if it was the small frail arm of his accomplice. He licked his dry lips, imagining them the smooth warm lips of the baker. His mind racked through the night's events, and he saw his disgusting body committing the sinful act. He looked up, as something in the room carried solace. He saw the frame of his wife and child, and dropped his gaze shamefully. He couldn't believe how foolish he had been that night.


Now I can't walk

I can't talk anymore

Since you walked out the door

And now I'm stuck living out that night again

I'm not falling apart


Mrs. Lovett collapsed unto her bed, her legs weak from pacing for hours. She swiftly untied her boots, her nimble fingers doing the task automatically. She let out a breath she unknowingly had been holding in, and pulled herself completely into the bed, fully aware of the dirty sheets beneath her. She looked at her doorframe, remembering the figure that had been standing there that night. Her breathing labored, remembering the event's of that night. Suddenly the January air felt hot, and the room was spinning. Her skin burned from where she remembered where his lips had traced. She couldn't believe what had happened that night.


Withered on a sunny day

Time slows down

I wish you'd stay

Pass me by in crowded dark hallways

Try my hardest not to scream

I find my heart is growing weak

So leave your reasons on the bathroom sink


Sweeney finally stood from his chair, and walked to his window. Gazing at city in front of him, he noticed the sky painted in a crimson hue. It reminded him of her, of her wild hair out in disarray upon the sheets below her, contrasting beautifully. He remembered the way her cheeks were flushed, coloring her usually pale face. He remembered the red marks he left on her, teasing her cruelly. He remembered her full claret lips, begging him, asking for mercy. He couldn't believe what had happened that night.


Now I can't walk

I can't talk anymore

Since you walked out the door

And now I'm stuck living out that night again

I'm not falling apart


Mrs. Lovett closed her eyes, relishing the memory of that night. She remembered everything clearly, every movement, every word, everything. She remembered his smirk, the way his eyes had flashed, and how she couldn't have helped but succumb to his every whim. She remembered writhing in pain and asking for mercy, but her masochistic body begging for more. She remembered, and her breathing quickened even more. How she wanted that night to happen again.


I heard you say

You needed me

Now what's the problem?

I can't see

You destroyed me

I won't fall apart again

I'm not falling apart


He sat back down in the chair, groaning, and rubbing his temples in aggravation. He ached for the feelings that he experienced that night. That feeling of domination he had over the baker, the feeling that had given him such an adrenaline rush. It was unlike anything he had ever felt in his entire life. He had taken advantage of her moment of weakness, something disgusting and vile, but overpowering. He wanted to feel like that again. How he wanted that night to happen again.


Take what you wanted

I will be just fine

You will be better off alone at night

Waiting and falling

And constantly calling out your name

Will it ever change?


Mrs. Lovett knew he would never make her feel that way again. He would never hold her the way he did that night. She traced her skin where the barber had left his marks on her body. She could remember the frenzied pants against her skin, and the thought caused shivers down her spine. She remembered the way he had touched her, and his name slipped out of her mouth in between her shaky breaths. She only had the memories to carry her through her longing nights.


Now I can't walk

I can't talk anymore

Since you walked out the door

And now I'm stuck living out that night again

I'm not falling apart


He looked at his hands, wondering if the baker was still awake. He quietly walked down the stairs, and silently slipped into the pie shop. He snuck past the wasted Toby and reached Mrs. Lovett's room. The door was slightly cracked open, so a ray of light landed onto the floor. He was about to open the door, when he heard his name being screamed on the other side. The screams reminded him of that night, and his lips were suddenly dry. He couldn't help it. He pushed open the door.


I head you say

You needed me

Now what's the problem?

I can't see

You destroyed me

I won't fall apart again

I'm not falling apart


The door was slammed open. Mrs. Lovett gasped in shock, when she saw that same figure in the doorway again. Then she noticed his eyes. They flashed the way they did that night. His smirk reappeared, and she couldn't help but smirk back. As he slowly came to her bed, she closed her eyes in bliss. All her worries of ever being alone disappeared, as he rescued her in one perfect kiss.