Disclaimer: Sweeney Todd isn't mine. Duh!
15 years. 15 years of longing for her, of seeing her face in his dreams every night, of screaming her name in his sleep. 15 years are a long time. Now she's finally here beside him. Beautiful. Cold.
Dead.
He wants to shout, to cry, to scream. Wants to pick up the treacherous razor beside him and slit his own throat. Instead, he leans towards her and speaks. "Lucy," he tells her in a broken voice. "I've come home again"
A/N Come on. Be honest. Deep, deep down in your heart you know that you want to post a review really, really bad...