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I
need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothing new
She can't think of anything as she is falling except that she is sorry. She's sorry for loving him. She's sorry for encouraging him to take so many people's lives. She is sorry for everything, for the pies, for the deaths, for the lies. Everything. She is mostly sorry about lying to him.
On her own selfish impulses, she kept the news that Lucy lived to herself. She should have told him but she wanted him all to herself. He could never understand. No one could understand what poor, homely Nellie Lovett felt for Benjamin Barker.
Of course she knew that she could never have him. He was so far out of her reach it was almost laughable that she could even think of him in that way. He had always loved Lucy, beautiful and naïve Lucy. No one wanted a woman like Nellie Lovett. Still, she was sorry.
But there was no time to tell him this, no time at all because she was falling and falling. That is until the hot grates of the oven hit her back and her screams pierce the air. She can no longer see his face with his eyes glinting with murderous intent. All she has is the memory of him, smiling before… when he was happy. And it's too late to tell him she's sorry.
That
it's too late to apologize
It's too late
I said it's too late
to apologize
It's too late