Okay, last chapter! Thanks for reading, you guys! I started a new fic for Sweeney, also Sweenett, so you can read that if you want :)
But he had. He had said it. It had surprised him just as much. It was crazy, he knew, but he felt such a strong sense of closure, knowing the judge was tucked into a meat pie, soon to be devoured by a hungry Londoner. He felt no more rage. He felt no more guilt. He felt free. He thought of Lucy, and he no longer saw her suffering in his head. He let go, and he no longer obsessed over his loss. He no longer obsessed at all, really. And he couldn't have gotten to this point without the woman he was holding tight to his chest. He realized that he'd been standing there, over her bed, unwilling to put her down.
"Mr. T..." she finally squeaked. "Are you alright?" She looked up at him, confused.
"Yes. At last." He gently set her into the bed.
She nodded, still feeling very unsure. She pulled the covers up to her neck but did not close her eyes.
"Mrs. Lovett." His tone was still new to her. "N-" he stopped. "Nellie." He sat on the side of her bed. "Thank you."
"For wot?" She thought, still convinced she was dreaming.
"For everything."
