The Becoming | Sweeney Todd

Chapter 12 | Meeting Her

This book is so dead LMAO.

S W E E N E Y   P.O.V.

Time had dragged my breathing corpse through the many levels of hell. I was aware how I still had not reached the bottom floor yet.

The crushing wagon that carried me was named Nellie Lovett.

The wagon so unaware of where it was taking me, and how much agony it showed me.

Nellie Lovett.
My wagon that I didn't ask for.
If her wheels ever stopped, I would jump out of her grasp the first chance I could.
Perhaps on my way to doing so, I'd have to crush the wagon so it won't present itself to Lucifer empty handed.

Now when Lucifer wouldn't receive myself, it would start a frenzy.

Nellie Lovett could tell me off to the authorities any chance she could get...

It appears so, I have yet not pissed her off too much so she wouldn't stop that wagon for a stop outside Lucifer's door.

The notebook I own, filled with the oceans and ships with (Y/n), had been untouched and dusted at the corner of the barber shop I came to take ownership of once again.

However...

It had been opened once again.

My hand grazed the hard cover...

I had written in it once again.

I thought it was over.

But that was far from the truth.

I saw her.

I wished I saw my Lucy with all my heart -

But fate only let me cross paths with
(Y/n)...

... Once again.

How is this possible?

I thought, too, I was dreaming.

Perhaps a person having the privilege to relate to her features?

Staring back at her figure...

I could no longer deny...

(Y/n) was alive.

She was here.

On the same street I so came to cross upon.

There was a chance it wasn't her.

And that's what rang in my head the entire time.

Lovett and I were on a trot back to our cold cave of shadows and haunting memories...

But it was short lived for me when I had seen her - as intended.