The Barber's Wife
"You might find me. Around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder."
Walking toward the pie shop brought back floods of memories. The once bright shop was now dark and dim as the rest of London. The outside, though the same, seemed different. The words above the shop were barely legible any longer; if one squinted, they could just make out a sign that read "Mrs. Barker's Meat Pies."
Sweeney Todd approached the shop with wariness and caution; did his wife still even reside there? But he needed to know, so he walked quietly into the shop. Upon his entrance, the baker looked up at him and gasped, "A customer!" And for the first time in fifteen years, he saw her.
Eleanor Barker was once easily the most beautiful women in London, competitive only with Albert Lovett's wife Lucy. Her auburn hair and warm chocolate eyes were vibrant as can be, and her smile could light up the whole city. These past years had been as hard on her as they had on him; her rosy cheeks had faded to a deathly while, her figure had slimmed tremendously, and her hair, though still it's beautiful color, seemed to have not been cared for since that day those many years ago. Only one trait had carried through: her eyes. Looking into those eyes and seeing the wife he'd known so long ago was enough to make Sweeney Todd fall in love all over again.
As Nellie turned her face from the onions she'd been chopping, she looked up into eyes she knew so well, deep black pools: her husband's eyes. Her voice quavered and she stumbled over her own feet. "I..uh, 'scuse me sir, s'just that…you look jus' like…"
"Eleanor," he cut her off, "Nellie, it's me. I'm home." Their prayers had been answered—though trouble was far from over.
A/N: This chapter is ungodly short, I know. So sue me. More up soon, I promise!
~Aphrodite's Forgotten (like the new name? ;])