Never Love Again.
The nights were always the worst. In the night no one could keep her from brooding. In the night, after she'd cleaned after every last costumer, she'd walk up the stairs that led to the second floor, she'd open the door slightly, and breathe.
She'd just stand there, on the barely open door, and breathe, she could still feel the sweet scent of the barber. She'd keep the door nearly closed, so it would never be dispersed. Then she'd step in and find herself immerged in the sweet scent, his sweet scent.
She came to have the same scent of the room, or maybe it was the room that took her scent, she'd sleep there, sometimes, or just lovingly caress everything that would remind her of him.
She'd gone through all of his things, passed her hands gently over them, sighed. She came to know every single object in the room, but she'd never move anything…she wanted him to find the things like they were, when he'd come back. Because he would come back, he had to.
What when he comes? She kept asking herself, what when he comes?
She'd let him in, she'd make him see how she loved him, how that wretched Lucy could never love him like her. What after that? Could she make him love her? Did she even want him to love her because he had to?
But then…What if he doesn't come?
She knew she'd wait…and wait…and wait forever. He had forever to come. But what if he didn't? If he didn't come in forever? Well, she'd probably die, but she'd still die if he came. Forever was a long time.
She sighed.
That night, when she walked in, there was no scent, no beautiful barber-shop scent, where is it? She stepped straight into the room, closing the door shut behind her. Where is it? She wandered through the room, Where? Where is it? She stopped. Its gone… its all gone! Its my fault…left the door open…the window open? Where is it?!
She felt as if every last energy had been drained from her. Oh… But she pulled herself together, practical, she was a practical woman. There mus' be some in tha' closets…in tha' wardrobe!
She ran for the wardrobe, slammed it open. And stopped. Yes, his scent was back. It was all back. But there was something else. Look at all those dresses. She couldn't hold back a hand from touching the silky material. She smiled as an idea crept viciously into her mind.
She didn't want poor Mr Barker stuck brooding about his poor wife…clutching at her dresses, weeping his eyes out? Oh no! How could she leave him to suffer that way.
But of course, he wouldn't fancy the idea of having her wearing his deceased, yes, deceased, she'd decided that she'd tell him she was dead…anyway…his deceased wife's clothing, would he?
Nothing a little needle and thread couldn't fix though!
She smiled broadly as she trod down the stairs, carrying down as much dresses as she could manage. She sang joyfully to herself.
Guess Mrs Barker won't be too much bothered!
'Ere loves! I've written this after seeing the movie, again... and it probably is just a piece of senseless blabbering, cuz its late and I'm falling apart.
Plus today I'm pissed, cuz my parents are pissed. So we are all SO pissed...
Please make me happy with reviews?
Hope you enjoy this chappie, cuz I like it (this is RARE)... Reviewers get to chose from Lucy's wardrobe!
'Niways...thanks to:
Morwynn - You guys read her fic "Sex and Chocolate"? Its great! (here luv, free advertising :) )
Tallica86 - Yup! Fat old Albert hed to come back haunt her in some way...
BabyBluewinx - Since no one badly scolded me for the Nellie-Johanna thing, guess it was a good idea...thanksssss
eyeluv2d - hahahah...its trueee! Hoped I didn't sound too pretentuous on that one but then I was like...whatevaah!
PixieDreamer21 - me neither! I dont actually have a plot...its just coming up in pieces :)
G' night loves
ABloodyWonder