"Where's Mrs. Lovett?" Mr. Todd asked as Toby swept the steps to his barber shop.

"In her shop sir." Toby replied trying not to sound scared. What would you do in the presence of an armed killer?

Mr. Todd then went downstairs and went into Mrs. Lovett pie shop where he found her on her hands and knees scrubbing the pie shop floor.

Mrs. Lovett immediately looked up after she heard the door shut.

"Oh, good evening Mista T." Mrs. Lovett greeted as she looked up from the floor.

"May I have a word with you, Mrs. Lovett?" Mr. Todd began before grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet, he wanted to get this done and over with.

"Of course love, but would ya mind telling me what the rush is?" Mrs. Lovett replied as she followed him into the parlor.

She noticed Mr. Todd was getting himself a drink as she readjusted herself. "Is everything alright love?" She asked, now seeming worried.

Mr. Todd glanced at her blankly and sighed, "I don't know." And that was the truth. Because in a mind as complicated as Sweeney Todd's even he himself couldn't figure out what was going on in his head.

Mrs. Lovett shot him a worried look and sat across from him.

"Anthony, as you know, was here and he said I should leave with him and Johanna for a few months." Mr. Todd began with that and took a gulp out of him drink and continued, "I leave Tuesday morning, at dawn I mustn't arouse suspicion, from what I hear people have been talking. And I figured that when we're out at sea I'd move to America or something like that."

His words seemed to come at her so fast that it was like taking a bullet.

"Talking." She said flatly, her mind was spinning her heart was racing… Until it seemed that heart suddenly stopped beating and all that existed were her thoughts. He was leaving her. She knew this day would come but she could never force herself to come back to reality and face the fact that he wouldn't be hers forever. Then again he was never hers in the first place.

Sweeney noticed how unusually quiet she was being and sat unsure on what to say.

"Tuesday." Mrs. Lovett managed to say, "That's the day after tomorrow, ain't it?"

"Yes." Mr. Todd answered.

"Will I ever see you again?" Her voice was hopeful and somewhat broken.

Sweeney Todd decided not to answer. So he made the choice of leaving her with her thoughts and hopefully avoiding any of her nervous chatter.

Mr. Todd's decision of going back to his shop was a bad idea.

Mrs. Lovett was devastated, and she wanted to take her anger out on him.

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Toby quickly leaned against the railing of the stairs with the broom in his hand and sucked in a breath as Mr. Todd passed by him up the stairs.

Mrs. Lovett, thinking of nothing else she huffed out of her parlor, through her kitchen, and followed him up to the barber shop.

Not wanting Toby to possibly over hear what she was possibly going to say to Mr. Todd, she paused in the middle of the stairs.

"Toby would you be a dear and go make some tea downstairs?" Mrs. Lovett quickly spat out, forgetting that she just made a fresh pot.

"Yes, mum." Toby then pranced down the stairs eager to escape what he knew would be another one of Mr. Todd's tantrums.

Mrs. Lovett stood in front of the door and waited for Toby to disappear around the house; she then sighed and opened the door.

"What?" Sweeney Todd said, he was now angry that she was bothering him; she was most likely wanting an explanation on everything.

"So that's it then? No goodbye? After everything I did for you. Are you really all that blind?" Mrs. Lovett began.

Mr. Todd suddenly turned around and faced her, there she was, hands on her hips, wearing an expression of an angry mother.

"You're lucky I even told you! I was just going to go and hope you wouldn't be upset." As soon as he blurted out his last sentenced he denied it was even him speaking, or shouting for that matter.

"Oh why would you even care anyways?" Mrs. Lovett replied, appalled when she heard he was going to leave without even telling her.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." His words were cold and flat out not to mention hurtful.

Why wouldn't he just say it?

"Oh Mista T! You really are stupid do you know that?" Her aggravated self huffed.

"How am I stupid? I don't get how you think I'm blind when there is nothing to see!" Mr. Todd exclaimed.

The expression on her face changed his mind. It now looked like she was going to cry… He just wished he could understand what she meant. How was he blind? What was it that she saw that he didn't? Perhaps he did see it but didn't know what to think of it? But… wait… what was it?

This was her last chance. Her last chance to get him to notice her, and if not that, do what she always wanted to do but never dared.

Perhaps he would kill her after she did the immoral deed… Perhaps he would run away with her like she hoped, but highly doubted. Or maybe he would not do anything at all and let her get away with it, just this once.

She walked over to him, slower than usual. He wasn't looking at her when she came up to him from behind; her eyes wondered wordlessly around his features before she grabbed his muscular shoulders and forced him to face her.

He didn't notice what she was planning on doing until she pressed her warm, cabernet lips against his cold, pale cheek. She paused and let herself linger, awaiting his reaction, and when he didn't move she pressed another kiss on his cheek. Her lips dared, her mind floated… Everything from that moment was a blur. The moment after she kissed him softly, lips against lips, and unrequited by him. He did not kiss back as she knew he wouldn't, however, he just stood there quietly as she pulled away from him and hurried to the door.

The door slamming was all that was heard. Not even the words, "I love Lucy." That escaped him lips.

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The day went by slowly that he hoped. After she left he stood so oblivious until the knowing rush of realization washed over him.

She loved him.

It was all so obvious now. From the way she always smiled at him, the way she would continue to shower him with care. The food, the treats, the laundry, the room… Mrs. Lovett had every right to be upset. The one that she loved was leaving her.

He knew how this felt.

When he was taken from Lucy and was not allowed to ever see her again he felt crushed, broken… words couldn't express how empty he felt. And for her to live with the knowledge that the man she loved didn't return the same affection… He hated himself for knowing that he was causing her all of that heartache. But he, unlike her, killed the man that did.

Never in Sweeney Todd's life had he felt so low and cruel, and that's coming from a man who has killed hundreds.

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She sat in her pie shop with tears that were threatening to shed brightened her eyes, but when she saw his hand place on top of hers her stomach felt like floating and a single tear escaped her eye and traveled down her flushed cheek.

A sudden rush of sympathy bubbled up inside of him… was she going to yell at him again?

He was willing to take that chance, so without further hesitation; he knelt down beside her and brushed some stray curls from her face. "May I have this one last dance?"

She looked into his eyes before managing to flash him a small smile and nodded her head, taking his hand into hers and putting her other hand on top of his broad shoulder.

They waltzed without saying anything until the dance slowed and the pair now stood in the middle of the pie shop dancing in small circles before she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry love." Mrs. Lovett sighed as she closed her reddened eyes.

"Don't be." He replied as another flashback from his dream shot across his mind.

They didn't care who saw them, they didn't care if they gossiped or gandered all they cared was that they both lived this moment. The two were both suffering from the unfair world, unrequited love, and most of all, dented souls.

"Why can't you love me?" She whispered into his ear as a few more tears fell from her eyes and soaked into Mr. Todd's shirt.

He didn't answer; he just kept right on swaying her back and forth- back and forth. Until Mrs. Lovett drifted off to sleep, he realized it when he no longer felt her warm tears soak through his shirt and how steady her breathing had become.

Mr. Todd then awkwardly lifted her into his strong arms and carried her to her bedroom. Slowly, he lied her down onto her bed and covered her up with her blankets and kissed her forehead.

Sweeney stared at her sleeping form and suddenly remembered what he dreamt of the other night when he had slept so well.

He dreamt of her.

Aw…

That was a sweet lil thing he did to cheer her up wasn't it?

Well Mr. Todd is leaving soon… Or is he?

Reviews would be loverly… or not which ever you prefer :D