Hi there. So this story will be coming to an end soon. It's hard for me to keep up with stories and school work at the same time and since school is starting back up soon this story will find an end. But no worries I am not gonna leave you hanging it will have a real ending, it should be in about a chapter or 2. Any way for the time being please enjoy this chapter.
The morning comes all to early for the man upstairs however Mrs. Lovett has already set to work on making him something to eat for the morning. Setting the last plate down on the tray she heads up the stairs to his shop. She entered and silently cursed the bell above her as it rang.
"Brought you some breakfast love." She said sitting the tray on his table.
"Mr. T, can I ask you a question" She was slightly surprised when she got an answer.
"What?" he grunted continuing to look out the window. She paused for a second trying to remember what she wanted to ask.
"What did your Lucy look like?" She braced herself for the yelling and possibly bodily harm but none of it came. He simply continued to stare out the window. A few seconds passed before she cut in again.
"Can't really remember can you?" This obviously pained him.
"She had yellow hair." He said. This however did not please here because that was one of the most obvious thing's he could have said. She sighed and walked up next to him.
"You've gotta let this all go now, she's gone." She took a breath trying to gain courage for her next sentence.
"We could have a life us two, maybe not like I dreamed, maybe not like you remember, but we could get by." She took a breath again. Calming herself. He again didn't say anything. A few seconds later he turned to look at her. She looked at him hopefully.
"Mrs. Lovett can I ask you a question?" He said to her. This was not what she had been expecting but oh well.
"'corse love." She said.
"How is it that as grim as things look you continue to think positive?" This question puzzled her. She wasn't quite sure herself.
"Well, I guess all I can say is that you have to deal with a grim life, shouldn't you have something happy to look forward to?" This was the best answer she could come up with. He grunted another response that she couldn't quite make out and moved away from the window to stand next to the broken mirror.
"And what exactly is the positive thing you look forward to?" He asked. This question scared her more than anything. Should she tell him what she thought of in the middle of the night? Would her get upset, would her care? She decided that now was as good a time as any so she told the flat out truth, for what seemed like the first time in a long time.
"The thing I look forward to most," She took a deep breath. "is us." She simply said. He looked at her confused so she decided to further elaborate. She had probably already said the worst of it.
"I dream about you and I, and a house by the sea, and a marriage. I dream about leaving all this hatred behind, I dream about love. A love between us, a love that's true, that can last. I dream about days in the sun and night's together, and weekends full of……….." He had, had enough of her dream. He pushed his lips against hers. Not violently just enough to make her stop talking. He did kiss her, slowly and enough for her to put a hand to his face. He pulled back slowly. They each took a breath.
"I am sorry." He whispered.
"For what." She asked surprised.
"For that, and for the dreams you have." He says looking down.
"What's wrong with my dreams?" she asks. The wall she's built to his criticism begins to rise.
"Because, there very nice dreams. But I think that's all they will ever be pet." He moves back to the window.
"But don't you ever think about what you're going to do after you get your revenge, where you'll go?" She caught him off guard. He pauses.
"I don't know what I am going to do. I don't know weather I'll stay here or move, I don't know who I'll take, if anyone." He turns to face her.
"I know sometimes you may not believe this, but you are important to me pet. I wouldn't trust anyone else to help me with getting what I need. I don't know what will happen to us afterwards we'll figure it out when it happens." He says. She nods solemnly not exactly happy with the answer she turns to leave.
"Wait." He says. Not loud, but loud enough for her to hear. She stops but does not turn to face him. He comes up behind her and take her hand, turning her to face him.
"Thank you." He whispers placing another small kiss on her lips.
"For what?" She says
"For not leaving when you had the chance, for staying, for being here when I got back." He answers.
"You know I would do anything for you." She says looking up in his eyes.
"I know." He says turning around. She walks out of the room. The moment didn't last long but for her that one moment was good enough.
She walks down the stairs with a smile on her face, saying hello to Anthony as she passes him on his way up. She stops and turns to watch his door when she gets to the bottom of the stairs. Anthony comes rushing back out in a matter of minutes. Sweeney follows him.
"Send up the boy." He says to her from the landing. He turns to go as she says back.
"Don't you think you should……." He turns back around to her, giving her a look, one she knows all to well. She nods her head and he walks back into his shop as she walks into hers.
"Toby." She called.
"Yes mum?" He answers appearing from inside the parlor.
"Mr. T needs you." She says to him. The smile falls from his face as he heads for the door.
"Yes mum." She listens to his footsteps disappearing up the steps.
Ok so I know this one wasn't as long as they usually are but I was literary making it up as I wrote it and I think it turned out alright. Anyway not sure when the next chapter will be up. my birthday is tomorrow (Sweet 16!!) so no time tomorrow but hopefully within the next few days. So thanks for reading!!