AN: Well, here's the last chapter. I know it's amazing, two chapters in one day, right? Well I dedicate this chapter to ABloodyWonder, because they were the one who wanted me to put it up so quickly. Thank all of you so much for all the reviews!

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Sweeney heard the shots before he felt them. There were two, one in his arm, and one in his chest. He sank to the ground, suddenly losing all of his energy that had filled him up before. Sweeney heard Mrs. Lovett scream again. He looked up at her and saw her crying… and she was just as beautiful as before. But she was fading… what was happening?

Sweeney sank to the ground and tried to keep his eyes open. There you go, you bastards, are you happy now? He wasn't sure who he was talking to. Maybe the guards and the policemen, who didn't even understand, but still wanted him dead. Or maybe he was talking to the people he had killed, because they probably wanted him dead too… Maybe the whole world wanted him dead. Maybe he should just let them have their way, so that they can all get back to their happy lives, in a world that's always better without him around…

Thoughts drifted in and out of Sweeney's mind, thoughts of Mrs. Lovett. She was the one person that didn't want him dead. But she was probably better off without him. Sweeney vaguely noticed Mrs. Lovett kneel down beside him and put her hands on his chest. He opened his eyes just enough to see her sitting over him, looking into him. Sweeney could feel her tears falling onto his face. His skin was tingling at her touch.

"Mr. Todd- Sweeney… don't go, please-" Mrs. Lovett said. Then she whimpered as a guard pulled her back again.

She would never know… she would never know how he felt. How he had always felt, perhaps, but all the other things were in the way of it. He was going to die. And she would die too, thinking, knowing that he never cared for her, that he never noticed her.

Why hadn't he realized that he loved her sooner? They could've had a life together… But not anymore, because it was too late. He would die, right here, all alone. And he would never see her again, and Mrs. Lovett would never know, because it was too late… too late.

NO.

Sweeney could feel his knees creaking, almost buckling under the weight of his body as he tried to stand up. He started to walk as best he could towards Mrs. Lovett, who was just standing completely still, looking like she had seen a ghost. He looked down and saw that he had blood all over his chest and his clothes, and that he was dripping blood onto the ground. He didn't even feel the pain anymore. He just felt tired.

Sweeney noticed that none of the guards were trying to stop him. Maybe they were scared, or maybe they felt bad for him. How much time did he have left? Not enough… Sweeney didn't want to die… But he had to tell her. She had to know.

Finally he reached Mrs. Lovett and nearly fell into her arms.

"Mrs. Lovett… I'm sorry, you're- amazing, and… I've always- but…" Sweeney could barely get the words out, let alone keep himself upright. He could feel her body getting closer to his with every word he said.

"Mr. Todd, I- I love you! I always 'ave, you probably know that, but- Oh, Mr. Todd, why do you have to go now, I don't want you to go, please…"

It was all Sweeney could do to keep from falling to the ground. He was shaking with the effort. His head felt foggy, and he could barely keep his eyes open. But Mrs. Lovett's voice was sending chills down his spine, keeping him in reality.

"I new you were the one, Mr. T., as soon as you walked into my pie shop… But you broke me heart, you did, when you met Lucy, and then you got shipped off to bloody Australia, or wha'ever. I had always hoped you would come back, Mr. Todd, but I never thought you would…"

Mrs. Lovett was crying harder now. Sweeney could tell that she had been waiting to say this for a long time. She was so close now that the hairs on Sweeney's neck were standing up. Mrs. Lovett drew a shaky breath and continued.

"But you did come back, Mr. T., like I 'ad always hoped. But you still were thinkin' about tha' bloody judge, and Lucy… I always thought that maybe we could get away from all this, and 'ave a life together… but-"

She couldn't control herself any longer. Mrs. Lovett fell into Sweeney's arms, sobbing. It was all Sweeney could do to keep from collapsing. The only thing keeping him alive now was the fact that every second he spent alive was a second that he got to be with Mrs. Lovett. But he was almost gone. He could feel it. This was the last time he would see her… This was the last time he would see anything. But he didn't care about that… Mrs. Lovett was his only reason for living now.

Sweeney was starting to cry too. Not much for himself anymore, but he felt so bad for Mrs. Lovett. She had always loved him… And she would have to suffer now, just like he had when he thought Lucy was dead. Sweeney didn't want anyone to have to suffer like he did. But what could he do? What could he do…

Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett both looked at each other with tears in their eyes and Sweeney said, "It's too late, Mrs. Lovett- I'm too late." He could fell her breath against his face.

"Mr. Todd…" she said. Mrs. Lovett closed her eyes and buried her face in his shoulder. Sweeney was absolutely trembling now. He put his hand on her chin and tilted her head up towards his.

Then Sweeney kissed her.

Mrs. Lovett froze up at first, but then she began to melt in his arms-

And Sweeney was floating, and it was just he and Mrs. Lovett. Sweeney wished it would never stop as he drew closer to her, holding her body against his.

Sweeney suddenly swayed and fell to the ground. Mrs. Lovett fell with him. It was time. He looked into her eyes one last time. She would suffer like he had. She would go through the pain, like he had.

But maybe she could find light again, just like he had.

Neither he nor Mrs. Lovett knew what to say. But looking into each other's eyes, they knew it was the end.

And she cried because the love of her life would never live again.

And he cried because he realized how much he had always loved her.

And they both cried because they knew it was,

too late.

I'm sorry, my love.

And then the Demon Barber of Fleet Street was no more.

The End