It hurts. So badly. Her heart is fit to burst with the pain of it.
Whenever he looks at her,it hurts,because she knows,deep down,he isn't really looking at her.
He's using her. Using her to carry out his revenge. Using her to fulfill his plan. Using her.
Those eyes of his...they show his true emotions. They sparkle,and they glisten. They well up with tears when he thinks nobody's watching.
They are the centre of his true self. A self that nobody else sees,but her. She sees them. She sees them,and so desperately wants him to talk about them. In fact,just talking would be nice. He barely talks when its not necessary.
Those eyes...they're mesmorising to her. She watches them,and hopes. Hopes he'll one day become,again,that man she fell in love with many years ago. Of course,she still loves him now. Sweeney Todd or Benjamin Parker,she'll always loves him.
She'll always hold on to to his every whim. Still bow to his every order. Still be there,by his side. (whether he likes it or not.)
She just wished...he could be a bit more appreciative. A bit more happy. Okay,that isn't going to happen. But a girl can dream,can't she?
She can dream..about him. She can dream about a life where its just them,and Toby. Dream that he was hers,and only hers.
She can long for his touch,his taste. Long for that life that never happened.
She can still cling to hope. Hope that he feels the same. Hope that he'll confess his love for her.
It might not be as strong as his love for Lucy...but it might still be there. Deep down,he might love her.
There's been many occasions where thats...
No. At the end of the day...this is her life.
Full of hurting. Full of dreaming. Full of longing. Full of things she wishes weren't.
Things though,that will never change.
Reality is tiresome. Reality is painful.
Reality is, Mrs Lovett is in love with a man,who does not love her back. Sweeney Todd.
END.