SWEENEY'S POV

I paced the small room, running a cloth up and down the razor that I was holding. There was a window in my new room, but it wasn't nearly as big as the one in my old barber shop in Fleet Street. My old barber shop that I could never go back to. People would be suspicious. Judge Turpin, one of the most honored men in town had gone to the barber shop and never returned. Plus, since no one was there, obviously people would have gone in to investigate and they would have found the bodies of the Beadle, Toby, Judge Turpin and Lucy.

Lucy…

My dear wife. My dear, dead wife. I had killed her. The last thing she saw before she had her life cruelly taken from her was he husband. Her insane, revenge-raged husband.

I shook my head. I now wished I had killed Mrs. Lovett, that lust-craved baker that kept the secret that could had saved my wife from me. But why hadn't I? I wanted to. I had the chance. But I didn't kill her. She had confessed her love for me in the bakehouse. She had asked me to marry her. But I hadn't said anything, so thankfully, we weren't married.

What was she doing right now? I wondered. Sitting in her room lusting over me as I knew she had been doing whilst we were living in Fleet Street? Hopefully not.

Furiously, I threw my razor on my bed. I immediately regretted it and picked it up.

"My friend…my clever friend…" I sang to it, putting it back in its case with my other razors. I stroked my fingers across them before I closed the lid.

Sighing, I looked around the small room. Now I had killed the Judge, there was no reason to glare out the window at the by-passers. Plus, there was no by-passers. My room overlooked the ocean, and there was no one around. I looked at an old chair that had been in the room when we'd came. I pulled it over to the window anyway and sat down. Suddenly, the white in the waves reminded me of something. Lucy. Her pale skin, her pretty white dresses. Was I ever going to be able to let her go?

"Mr. T?" Mrs. Lovett called, rapping on my door.

I tried to ignore her.

"Mr. Todd? You in there?"

I rolled my eyes, but kept silent. I didn't want to answer her. I was thinking the day Lucy and I had gotten married.

"Mr. Todd?" she yelled frantically.

"What?" I replied. I heard her sigh of exasperation.

"I'm going for a swim, okay? I just thought I'd let you know." She informed me through the door.

"Alright," I answered simply. I looked back at the window. I then realized that she was lingering at the door, listening. I hadn't heard her footsteps retreating. I narrowed my eyes and quietly got up.

I walked over to the door, grasped the handle and flung it open. There she was, standing there. Eyes open wide in fear.

"Mrs. Lovett." I growled.

"Mr. T, I'm sorry…"

"I thought you were going out." I said, cocking my head mockingly.

"I am." She replied, still visibly frightened.

"Then why were you outside my door, I wonder?"

"I was just leaving…"

"Alright. Goodbye, then." I said coldly and watched her go downstairs and outside. I slammed my door shut and went back to my place in the chair overlooking the ocean.

It seemed as though that chair was my new brooding area.

So that's Chapter 3 of Living by the Sea! :D Hope you enjoyed it. I'm not sure if I captured Sweeney's personality all that well, but meh, I like it. Thanks for supporting and reviewing and being so awesome.