Just a random idea.
Change of POVs here and there. M for later. I promise.
Bitter. Yes, he was bitter. Oh, how he knew it.
He had grown to hate the world so much and ended up hating even himself.
As we have said before, he was bitter. He hated anyone that was having a happy life, he hated anyone who smiled, who loved, who lived for love.
Well, almost everyone. There was Johanna, oh yes. His daughter that he won't even bother to look at, maybe because he feared that he would hate her, hate the man he'd become, or maybe he feared the fact that she won't even recognize him. Maybe he feared the fact that the Judge must have been too convincing, that the thought of having a father never occurred to his little dove, Johanna.
Oh, he'd almost forgotten. Anthony. The young sailor who saved him, yet, he doesn't know whether he hates him as well. He should be glad, he knows it, but how can he? The young sailor who saved him, now merely a tool for him to extract his much awaited revenge. Anthony was pursuing a happy life for himself and Johanna, while he was pursuing a long, dark path. A path with no return. Yet, he feels that he must hate the sailor too. Why? He doesn't know.
The Judge. How can he forget the Judge? The man who ruined his life, who disrespected his wife, tore his family apart, now living contentedly since he can cover up for his own dishonesties.
He cursed.
How is it that his life had come to this? His Lucy, his beloved wife, now gone. He tried not to think of her, but he cannot prevent himself from realizing and accepting the fact that she, his Lucy, is now gone, dead, and will never come again.
Then he heard someone enter his shop, making him stop his brooding.
Her.
Yes. Her. Oh, how he hated her. His landlady, the woman who thought of the ingenious plan to cover up his murders by putting the corpses of his unfortunate victims into pies, the woman who secretly loved him. Secretly? No. He knows it.
He knows that Nellie Lovett loved him. Maybe even more than she loves herself. But does he care?
No.
"Here's a little something for you dear." He heard her say.
His hands formed knuckles. His grip on his friend tightened. Yet, he did not face her. He had absolutely no intention of doing that.
The bloody woman. She had just chosen the perfect time to tell him what she was doing there.
"Mr. T? Is something the matter?"
Why the hell won't she shut up?
Something inside of him blurted the answer out.
Oh, she's thinking of you. You're acting strange, Sweeney Todd. And just think, she's the only person that made you act strange while you're thinking of her, is it not? A while ago you were thinking of your darling Lucy, yes. But did Lucy make you do things that Nellie Lovett made you do? Did Lucy ever make you feel this way?
What way?
Oh you know it.
"No!"
Finally, he said something.
And finally, he faced her.
This has startled Nellie Lovett.
Why the hell would he suddenly scream an answer that has nothing to do with her question?
But that's the least of her problems now.
The man she loved, feared, and still loved is now glaring at her.
His eyes depicted hatred, pain, and endless hatred.
Hatred for the world maybe. That's what she wants to believe.
But deep inside her, Nellie Lovett knows that it was her that Sweeney Todd currently hates at this moment.
She loved him. He hated her. That's that.
Worse, she knew it.
But she just can't accept that fact. No, it was too much. It was more painful than having a cut on her hand.
It must have been seconds, or minutes, maybe even days, when she finally decided that she had to leave.
Now. Or never.
But Sweeney Todd must have read her thoughts. Was she really that predictable? Maybe in front of him, she was.
He blocked the entrance to his little shop, flipped the sign to 'Closed', and turned back to her.
His eyes were still full of hatred, but there was something else.
What is it?
What is it?
He knows that she fears him. Right now.
But something else caught his attention. What is it that's in her eyes?
Yes, he saw fear. But there was something else too.
What is it?
As from this moment, the world seemed to disappear, and there was nothing else except Sweeney Todd's and Nellie Lovett's eyes, staring at each other, wondering the exact same thing.
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