A/N: It was brought to my attention yesterday that this story resembles another. After reading the story in question, I myself noted similarites. I assure you that it was not intentional, and I would personally like to apologize to the author. If you want me to change or remove this, it will be done. I would also like to thank the reviewer who brought this to my attention. Anyway, as one reviewer suggested, I will continue with this second chapter.

He couldn't move. As he looked at her, lying there motionless, he found he could not keep his mind from thinking about her. He cursed himself for thinking about a woman that wasn't his Lucy, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't free himself of the thoughts

"Stop it!"

Why can't you just admit it.? the voice in his head rang out. You need her

"I do not!"

Yes, you do. You need her. You know what I think?

"I don't care what you think." he mumbled.

I think you love her.

"No..never. I don't love her. Lucy is the only—"

You're not Benjamin Barker anymore. Lucy was Benjamin's wife, not Sweeney Todd's. Admit it, Sweeney. You love her.

The voice in his head refused to be silenced, and as he was comtemplating how to rid himself of it, he reached out and brushed a stray strand of Mrs. Lovett's hair from her face. Her skin was still warm, and he took her hand in his own once more, as if hoping it might somehow bring her back.

Not bearing to look at her any longer, he softly placed his lips to hers and exited her room. He walked out of the shop and made his way to his own, knowing exactly what he was going to do. He slowly opened the door, praying the bell wouldn't ring, and much to his amazement, it stayed silent.

The room seemed eerily silent, the words she had spoken coming back to him.

Life is for the alive, my dear.

Her voice was so clear, yet so soft, it was as if she was next to him. He could almost feel her presence, almost feel her hand on his shoulder, as it had been so often.

You love her..the voice was back. You just don't want to admit it. Say it. You love her. Say it. Go on, say it, Sweeney.

"All right!! I admit it! Now will you kindly shut up?!"

You admit what?

"I love her, dammit! Are you satisfied? I love her!"

Took you long enough..the voice replied quietly. You can't make it without her. You need her, and not just to hide your "customers". You need her, and now she's gone. What are you going to do now that she's dead?

"I—I don't know." he murmured.

Yes, you do. Think. You know what to do.. It's the only answer.

He did know. Slowly, as if in a dream, he approached his table. He placed the picture of Lucy and Johanna face-down and picked up his best friend. The silver was icy against his throat, and he slashed it across, he felt nothing. No sadness, no hatred, no revenge..Emptiness..

A/N: How will Toby react? Well, I'm writing the next and final chapter, so you'll soon find out. Review and you'll get a pretzel..Seriously, I have a giant bag of pretzels beside me...I LOVE pretzels!! ahem sorry...I'm hyper..I went to a Sugarland concert last night, and I have amazing pics..Yay me!! Well, time to go let Johnny and Helena out of my closet so they can get some fresh air..