I DON'T OWN SWEENEY TODD, OBVIOUSLY. THIS IS A SEQUENCE THAT LUCY/BEGGAR WOMAN DREAMS ABOUT/THINKS ALL OF THE TIME. THIS IS FAN FICTION IS A WORKING PROGRESS.
THE DREAM
The sounds of the hustle and bustle of the busy market towns of London can be heard from down below.
A veiled woman sits in front of her window, staring at the shop, Mrs Lovett's across the street. Her mind is filled with images, sounds, a baby crying, voices...one most for most...his voice.
She sees him in the store, busy helping his woman friend with her pie making. Her heart sinks as she watches his expression, he seems happy, more fulfilled than ever.
Tears erupt from her eyes; delicately she wipes them from under her veil. She laughs mocking herself, it had been fifteen long years, of course he would have forgotten her, how stupid could she have been thinking he would even remember her name. He has probably forgotten what she even looks like.
But...that passion beating angrily inside her knows there is something more to him than what she sees, what is behind that dark featured face, the man she once knew?
She stands up at her window, her fingers touch the icy pane glass and she breathes in and out deeply. She watches his every move, every blink, every crooked movement if his mouth. The woman rests her head against the wall, "Look at me..." she whispers. The darkness and silence are taken by her reply. "Look at me...Benjamin..." she whispers loudly, his body suddenly stiffens and he stares out of the window. His cold like eyes survey the streets of London, slowly, they direct themselves at her window, she springs back taking in a gasp of panic, however he does not notice the moving figure behind the pane, and still keeps on searching.
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