Your Fate I Mourn
Nellie sits on the settee, tears falling freely down her cheeks, as Albert sits in his chair, his head back, his breathing laboured. She does not know what to do. Wringing her hands in her lap, Mrs. Lovett struggles for the right words, the right thing to do. Should she comfort him? He would know it was insincere. Should she ignore him? Then she would be cruel. Hesitantly, she rises and kneels by his side, placing a hand on his shoulder. Albert opens his eyes wearily and gives her a small smile before closing his eyes again. He was in so much pain, she knew. They stayed like that for a while, before she rested her head on the arm of the chair, and he shifted slightly, looking down at her. "I love you, Nellie," he said, and Mrs. Lovett bit back the tears. She does not look at him or speak it back. "I know."