Broken Man
Title: Broken Man
Author:
jojothecr
Fandom: Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Summary: He didn't know. He didn't see. Hatred and anger had made him blind, changed him...
Mrs. Lovett's POV
Beta:
jd101
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author's Note: This was written for the All Unwritten Prompt - Broken Man
Broken Man
She doesn’t remember the last time she saw the sun.
The town where she lives is always so gray, so sad. It feels empty, although people keep moving around. It feels dead, although a child’s laughter can be heard ringing among the stony building.
The streets are grizzled, covered with the shadows of the clouds above, which shift lazily and cry for the sun, which they don’t allow to shine.
One day the rain feels like ash. It is that light, that dark and smooth.
The other day, heavy silver raindrops watered the ground, washing away the dirt and the sin this town seems to be drowning in.
Once she thought the sun returned, when HE entered her shop. Dark, cold, but uncertain and haunted eyes looked around, as if memorizing, remembering and recognizing.
But the sun changed to ice and brought coolness to her bones.
She didn’t know him anymore, but she loved him anyway.
He didn’t know. He didn’t see. Hatred and anger had made him blind, changed him. Stole his innocence and his beauty. Had left a broken man of the one whose smile could once compete with the sun.
She loved him anyway.
She still does.
Author:
jojothecr
Fandom: Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Summary: He didn't know. He didn't see. Hatred and anger had made him blind, changed him...
Mrs. Lovett's POV
Beta:
jd101
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author's Note: This was written for the All Unwritten Prompt - Broken Man
Broken Man
She doesn’t remember the last time she saw the sun.
The town where she lives is always so gray, so sad. It feels empty, although people keep moving around. It feels dead, although a child’s laughter can be heard ringing among the stony building.
The streets are grizzled, covered with the shadows of the clouds above, which shift lazily and cry for the sun, which they don’t allow to shine.
One day the rain feels like ash. It is that light, that dark and smooth.
The other day, heavy silver raindrops watered the ground, washing away the dirt and the sin this town seems to be drowning in.
Once she thought the sun returned, when HE entered her shop. Dark, cold, but uncertain and haunted eyes looked around, as if memorizing, remembering and recognizing.
But the sun changed to ice and brought coolness to her bones.
She didn’t know him anymore, but she loved him anyway.
He didn’t know. He didn’t see. Hatred and anger had made him blind, changed him. Stole his innocence and his beauty. Had left a broken man of the one whose smile could once compete with the sun.
She loved him anyway.
She still does.