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Close the curtain.
"You lied to me"
His words were faint as if they'll turn in to gasp.
"No.. No, not lied at.-"
A woman standing in front of him mumbled. But Sweeney todd couldn't here it. His heartbeat throbed in his ears. His body soaked with blood and misery.
He couldn't here ANYTHING. Mrs.Lovett's footsteps felf like million miles faraway. Stench of the dead people drifed like shadows. There was no dark, no blood. there was no Sweeney Todd, and no Benjamin Barker at all. Death, life, revenge they all broke in to pieces. And still, he was alive. so full of energy in the body with his knees bent before the hideous ragged thing he called his wife. his WIFE.
He loved her with all heart. She's not just his life, she was his reason. and kept on till 15 years of his serveing. 15 years.. hell of a long period. Benjamin Barker wanted to go back, wanted to have her back. So wanted to make a stronger invincible creature that grew bigger with one reason of exist: wrath. That was him. The same but seprated perso
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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