Chapter Four-Let's Walk

Chapter Four-Let's Walk

He thought to himself while he lay sideways facing the blank wall. If he acted strangly nice to her, she would notice. She wasn't stupid,

Just in love. Then again, those in love were always ignorant. He was pretty sure that Mrs. Lovett would do anything for him.

He flinched at her name. He threw his arm to the otherside of the bed, only to find that something was lying there. "Ow." A little squeaky voice said.

He turned all the way around and squinted at the figure in the bed, now looking at him with one eye open. "Not a very nice way to wake a lady up, Mr. Todd." she mumbled.

He muttered "Sorry." more to himself than to her. "it's alright love." she said. "Wot time is it?" She asked. "I 'unno, but it's to early to get up. It's Sunday." He grouched and turned to the otherside.

It had been awhile since he wanted to sleep, but today he could barley keep his eyes open. His eyelids felt heavy. "Fine." She sighed. And slid back down under the covers. She was tired too and fell asleep right away.

Mr. Todd turned over to observe her face up close. Her eyes were deeply sunken in her face, but even if they were closed, you could tell that they were gorgeous.

Loose curls framed her small, pale face. Her mouth hung slightly open, allowing her to breathe. He ran his thumb across her small, red lips. He studied her face a little more, and almost felt...depressed.

More depressed than he normally did. That depressed covered the outside layer of her heart, except when he thought of Lucy and Johanna, that hurt all over. However, this was different.

It felt as if something hit him heart in the heart, and burned a whole through it. He looked at her now, and remembered who she used to be. Her hand lightly lied around his waste. Her small hand clutching the locket. He knew he didn't love her.

He couldn't love her. He would always love Lucy. He sighed to himself. He was right, lovers were the stupid, insane, ignorant people who didn't watch where they were going and always end up somewhere far from where they started.

He didn't know why he wanted to see what was in the locket, but there was just some magnetic force that dragged him straight to it. He had a desire to know what was inside the small locket, no matter how simple the object inside of it might be.

All of sudden a feeling hit him. She'd been feeling sorry for him all the time. He wondered if she ever lived in the past. But he knew he was asking himself stupid questions. It was obvious part of her mind dwelled in the long lost past,

and the other part day dreaming about an impossible future. But the feeling overwhelmed him. He began to feel sorry for her. He didn't know why, but he did.

The feeling was so strong, he reached over to her head, wrapped his arms tightly around it, placed a peck on her forehead before saying,

"I'm sorry." He wasn't sure if he was apologizing for himself, or for somebody else. If he was apologizing for the future, or for the past.

He stood up and decided that he couldn't take this any longer. He opened the door that was still left a little open from last night, and sat on the couch across from where passed out Toby slept.

He sat there for heaven knows how long, before Mrs. Lovett came out, smiling and walked over to where Mr. Todd was and sat down beside him. She said nothing, and did nothing, but sit there. He watched as her eyes

focused hard on something. She was no longer smiling, but he knew she wasn't aware of it. She was clearly deep in thought as he was most of the time.

She wore the locket around her neck now. He reached over to touch it, but she stood up and walked over to Toby.

"Wake up, dearie." She said softly in his ear, shaking him a little. He didn't wake, and she didn't bother try again. "I guess I'd better let him sleep then, he's worked hard this week after all, don't you think, Mr. Todd."

He did nothing, but grunt. He couldn't learn to love his woman, he just couldn't. He could marry her, but he married Lucy, and he wasn't allowed anywhere near the locket.

He loved Lucy with all his heart. Every little bit of it, but he didn't get the locket. He made it clear to himself that he could not love Mrs. Lovett even half as much.

Even if he pretended. But it was worth a shot. "Mrs. Lovett...would you like to take a walk?" He asked her.

"To where?" she asked, looking at him puzzled. "Wherever...we may end up." She shrugged. She was satisfied with this answer. It was still very early in the morning, and very chilly. She went to grab a coat and they walked out the small front door together.

Little snowflakes fell from the grey sky. London, was just one big shade of grey indeed. No variations, just grey.

"May I ask, Mr. Todd...what we're doing." "Walking." He simply replied "Yes, I've figured that much out...but where are we going?"

"Like I said, we end up...wherever we may end up." "Oh...we always end up far from where we started." She said, the second part mostly to just herself rather than Mr. Todd.

They walked in silence. The streets were completly empty except for a few stray cats, and a newspaper being blown by the wind.

It was early out for one, and it was snowing, so there was a good chance there wouldn't be many if any people out. They stopped at the fountain.

There was barley any water, and the little water at the bottom, had frozen into ice over night. "This is where I met you..." He said to himself, but he didn't realized that it was loud enough for Mrs. Lovett to hear, since it was so quiet out.

He also thought to himself, and Lucy. The shimmer of gold passed through is mind, but he quickly snapped back into reality.

"Yah. I remember." She said. "Beadle pushed me into the fountain." She said laughing a little. "Yes, I remember and you came out like nothing had happenned and resumed your day dreaming."

"Yes, yes I did." "What were you thinking about anyway?" She looked at him a bit surprised to see that he had any interest in conversation. "I was thinking about...meeting the man of my dreams...and...then running off together."

She said slightly blushing at the last part. "...but" she continued "as you can see, I am far from that dream, and probably will always remain far off from that dream."

He looked at her, realizing she wasn't really her optomistic self. "Exactly how did that dream work?" He asked, actually slightly interested.

"Well," She paused to take a seat on the edge of the fountain. He joined her. "It was sort of the like, the by the sea dream I keep on telling you about."

He nodded. "If you know what I'm talking about." She added considering the fact that he barly listened. "So, I wanted to meet a dream guy. A guy who really liked me for who I was...

I wished every night on a star that he would find me...or I would find him...or we would somehow find eachother." "Mmhmm." He said

"He was going to be handsome, and protective...and his eyes would sparkle." He chuckled a little. "I know, silly isn't it? But anyway, I had this crazy idea that we would meet, but our parents wouldn't approve."

She stopped for a moment. "Go on." He said. "I had it all planned out that we would run off together to somewhere...far...far...away from London."

She shivered from the cold. He put his arms around her to sheild her from the winter winds. She smiled up at him before continuing with her story.

"Like I was saying, we'd move far away. And we'd have kids, and live in a nice beach house. And..." She stopped suddenly and bit her lower lip.

"Go on..." he urged her. "TherewasoncewhenIthoughtImettheguy,butibetternottalkaboutit." Sje sad so quickly, he understood none of it.

"Shall we go on?" He asked. She stood up, and he stood up after her. "This was going to be harder than he thought.

He was trying hard to be nice, but he could feel the real nice part of him...or should he say the Benjamin Barker side of him sneaking up.

"What's Toby going to do when he wakes up?" He asked suddenly. "I don't know, but probably he'll run off to find some friends to spend the day with." she responded.

"So, tell my, my love, why did you suddenly decide to want to know what was inside my locket last night?"

He honestly did not want to answer any of this question. "Tell me." He said nothing. "So you want to hear my story?" "Yah." "Do you think I want to tell it?" he asked.

"No, but you will." She said flashing a big smile at him. She kept her smile over all these years...and her eyes. "It was just because...I wanted to know...what kind of jewlery women wear." he stuttered through the last part of the sentance.

"No, you were not Mr. Todd. I know when you're lying." "Mr. T, do you remember that time...a long time ago when you and I were trying to decide on other people's futures?"

He laughed. "Yes, Mrs. Lovett, I do." He said "I remember that we decided that David was going to become a lawyer." "Because he loved to argue with Ms. Roslyn!" They both exclaimed at once, bursting out in laughter.

At this point, Sweeney Todd himself had forgot the rest of his thoughts, and continued to share his memories of the ridiculous things they did. "Yes! and...who...oh! Sammy was to become a priest."

"A little priest..." He sang. "Oh, my yes. Susie! Do you remember her?" She asked. " 'course I do! She was the girl we decided would go and do great things." "What great things?" He asked.

"Oh you know sail the world, save the world from some horrible crisis, become queen, oh and I remember we had this crazy idea that she would grow up and be the first person ever to meet an alien."

They laughed somemore. "Sarah, love. You certainly remember her!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed. "Yes, she was going to be a wedding planner."

"What were we going to be?" she asked him. "You a baker...I don't know what I was 'spose to end up, but we were going to get married."

She fell silent at this. And turned to see a snow white park. The trees casted a shadow against the pure with snow. She stuck her tounge out and began to catch snowfalkes.

He laughed at her, and wrapped his arms around her waste, nuzzling her neck... "I think...you're crazy." He growled in her ear.

It was now clear that they had both shed their personalities, their skins somewhere far off in the distance...but the day was just beginning, and the sun had just started to rise.

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