Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd or some of the Avril Lavigne song lyrics in this chapter.

AN: I know the way this chapter is written is a little weird, but it stays in one format in future chapters. Also, was intended to be a one shot, but I couldn't stop writing and it became multi-chaptered, I'm still in the process of Chapter 8, but that's a while's away from Chapter 1. Enjoy! Oh, and reveiws to me are like murders to Sweeney. Once one is had, you always want more. Get the hint?

Nellie: I looked away - and then I looked back at you. You tried to say. . .things that you can't undo. If I had my way, I'd never get over you. Today's the day - I pray, that we make it through. Make it through the fall. Make it through it all. Don't want to fall to peices, just want to sit and stare at you. Don't want to talk about it, don't want a conversation. I don't want to cry in front of you. (Clearly, it's too late to say that, tears have been flowing down her face during their entire conversation) I don't want to talk about it - I'm in love with you.

Hearing this Sweeney was a bit shocked. All he'd said was,

"When I'm alone, I feel so much better. When I'm with you, I don't feel 'together'." Was that possibly as upsetting to hear as Nellie made it out to be?

Sweeney: I can't sit and stare at you going through this. I have to talk about it. We must have a conversation. Sorry, Nellie, I'm not in love with you.

Nellie: You're the only one I'd be with 'til the end!

Sweeney: I'm sorry to hear that.

Then he left, walked right out the door of Nellie's pie shop. Nellie sobbed/screamed in agony. She cried for so long. Her heart was shattered to pieces. One would think that dying of heartbreak is impossible. For Nellie Lovett - it was clearly possible. She died that night with the thought, I love you, Sweeney Todd! repeating in her head over and over.

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After a couple hours of being away, with nothing to do but think, Sweeney began to feel guilty and turned around heading back to Nellie's pie shop. When he got there he saw that Nellie was in the same spot she'd been earlier, except now she had crumpled to the floor. She was silent. By looking at her, Sweeney couldn't tell if she was breathing. He bent down to check her pulse. Nothing. Then he pulled her by the torso so she was face up. Her tears were stained to her face, matted into her hair. Her eyes glassy and unseeing, staring past him at the ceiling.

Sweeney's mind had registered what had happened before his heart did. He felt no emotion while picking up Nellie's lifeless body, carrying it in his arms down to the bakery house, setting her in the incinerator, and watched the flames lick her flesh away until she was nothing but ash. Nor did he feel anything when he sat in his barber chair, waiting for sleep to take over. The feelings didn't flood over him until he awoke the next morning. When they did, he realized that he missed Nellie. A lot. Sweeney's thoughts looked like this at that particular moment in time: I miss you, I miss you so bad. I'll never forget you. This is so sad. I hope you can hear me, I now remember this clearly. The day you slipped away, was the day I found things weren't the same. I didn't get around to kiss you - goodbye on the hand. I wish that I could see you again - I know that I can't. I hope you can hear me, I remember this too cleary. I've had my wake up, please, won't you wake up? I keep asking 'why?' I can't take it, this wasn't fake, it happened you passed by. Now you're gone, there you go. Somewhere, I can't bring you back. Now you're gone, there you go. Somewhere, you're not coming back. . . I miss you.

For the first time in years, Sweeney felt tears slide down his face. He was in love with her, why was he so stupid, not realizing that? Why'd he say what he said? He wanted to take it all back. He wanted to see her again. He had to. He brought one of his 'friends' up to his throat. Drawing a straight, deep line Sweeney thought, I'm coming, Nellie. I'm coming.

AN: Sooooo. . . .what do ya think? Tell me in a reveiw.