Hey guys, this is my first FanFiction so it might not be that good.
I fancied doing this because I'm in love with Sweenett so much!
Please review it and tell me if you want me to carry on the story - I was thinking about writing more chapters now and then :)
Thank you for reading :D
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My head was delirious; from the realization I killed my dear wife and my trustworthy accomplice had lied to me, all because she loved me. As we waltzed towards the monstrous flames in the oven, my mind switched paths, and my grip loosened in Nellie's hand. I stopped singing and she dropped her arms by her side.
'What is it, my love?' she whispered, slowly moving her face towards mine, only half of it visible from the fires.
'I-I... I don't know,' I stuttered, feeling a thump in my heart. After a pause of thought I stared at the floor. 'You love me?'
'More than anything!' she confessed with a light chuckle in her throat. The floor started moving under my feet and I felt light headed. 'Mr T?' I look up and her gaze puts me back in focus. As she smiled into my eyes, I slowly moved towards her. With millimetres distance between our lips, her breathing sped up and I could almost feel her heartbeat.
The thoughts rushing through my head whirled me into this insanity – Was I doing the right thing? Should I forgive her? Is her throat worth getting my razor bloody? How would poor Lucy react if she saw this?
'I can't. I just can't...' I moved back, covering my lips with my hand as if it were bloody chastity. Her dainty hand was lead to mine, she locked them loosely together. She pecked my cheek and walked off, smiling before she shut the door of the bakehouse and made an audible sound which echoed past the sewers' drains:
'Whenever you're ready, dear...'