He kneeled beside his dead wife, looking at her face in shock.
"Don't I know you? She said" he whispered to himself.
"Lucy!" Sweeney sang quietly, "Lucy! What have I done?"
Mrs. Lovett stood back in sorrow watching the man she loved hold his wife in his arms.
"You lied to me" he spoke
"No. No, not lied. I never lied. I told you she took a poison. I never said she died" She said quickly hoping he would understand the horrible mistake.
He did not care what she had to say, there was no way she could redeem herself for what she had done.
"Poor thing, she was not right in the head. Never would have been to look after she wouldn't. I told her to go see a doctor but she wouldn't have it. She didn't even know who she was." Mrs. Lovett tried to explain.
"Mr. T please, I tried to make her better I really did, please you have to hear me" she pleaded.
He was trying his best to ignore the woman who ruined his life, who tore his family apart.
He looked up at her eyes furious and cold. Tears were running down the woman's face as she had her back pressed up against the wall.
She was silent knowing there was nothing she could do to explain herself. He was hearing none of it.
He got up slowly, grabbing his razor which lay on the floor beside him. She knew this was it, this was the end he was going to kill her. She closed her eyes waiting to feel the cold metal of the razor slide across her neck but there was nothing.
She opened her eyes to see Sweeney smiling lightly at her, some how the fury and hatred she saw in his eyes a minute ago was gone, but replace but happiness.
He pulled her closer to him and started to twirl her around the bake house. She forgot all the worries she had a minute ago, all the thought of was the warmth of his body against hers and the velvet tone of his voice as they sang.
As they were twirling and singing the joy in his eyes suddenly turned into fury and hatred again and they approached the bake oven. She realised that he was going to kill her after all.
Just as he was about to throw the woman he hated more than anything in to world into the bake oven she latched onto him, knocking him backwards onto the floor her landing on top of he.
"Get off me!" he shouted pushing the woman off him and onto the floor.
He got up more furious and turned to look at her.
She was sitting on the floor sobbing quietly to herself, she looked up at him eyes full of sorrow, helplessness and agony.
After he saw the look in her eyes he couldn't bring himself to kill the woman.
He turned on his heels and walked out of the room, pausing only for a moment at the door.
"Good bye Mrs. Lovett" he said and stormed up the stairs into the shop.
"Good bye, Mr. T" She said after him.
Once he reached the shop he looked around for anything that might be of any use to him,
Seeing nothing he went up stairs to his barber shop, the familiar bell on the door rang as he opened it.
He gave the room a quick look over then entered it. He opened one of the drawers of his table grabbing the bottle of gin that lay inside. He pulled out the cork of the bottle, it was half empty due to his previous drinking's. He took a swig of the liquid and put in onto the table.
Looking around the room again he saw the broken mirror. He walked slowly up to it, seeing his warped reflection. He remembered when Mrs. Lovett brought him up here when he first returned to London, he punched the mirror shattering it even more causing pieces of the glass to fall to the floor. He looked down at his right hand which was now bleeding furiously. He swore to himself quietly and walked over to the table, he grabbed the cloth that was lying next to the bottle of gin and wrapped it around his injured hand, then he grabbed the bottle and took another large sip.
The blood from his hand was already staining the cloth; he hurried over to the window and grabbed his razors, and his jacket. Taking one final sip from the bottle he chucked it across the room letting it shatter against the wall. And with that, he left.