I love her, I do

by Secretsofthedarkness

Just a quick half drabble half one shot from Toby's point of view about Mrs Lovett and Sweeney Todd. I was trying to write in his voice, but I'm not sure how well I did.

They don't think I know stuff. But I do.

I know more than they think. A lot more.

I know about this world. I know what a cold, dark, horrible place it is. I know about pain, I do. I know about suffering.

And I know about her.

In all my years, I've never met anyone like her. Anyone pretty, or nice, or good hearted, or someone who seems to listen to at least the odd word I say.

She's perfect, she is.

I don't know why everyone else don't see that.

Like him. The Barber. Creepy man. Always pacing or shouting. I know she loves him. I know she talks about him in her sleep. I know because sometimes, if I have a bad dream, or just can't sleep, I go in her room and watch her. Only sometimes, mind. But I've heard her saying his name. I've seen her cry once or twice. She's never told me. When she cries she likes to be alone, in her room, with the door locked. I've never seen her. But I've heard her.

Makes me sick, that someone like her should love someone like him, and him not even care. Not even notice. Though I bet he does. I bet he just ignores her to hurt her.

I'd never hurt her.

I love her, I do.