Goodbye

💄 Goodbye The mirror was fogged when Lucy stepped out of the shower. She reached to wipe it clear and stopped. Under the steam, red lines. Letters, smeared in her own crimson lipstick. eybdoog. Backward. Written to be read in the glass. On his desk he had left a list of songs, every lyric written out. Fix You. The Winner Takes It All. Sometimes When We Touch. Always Remember Us This Way. Goodbye. In the one place she would have to look at herself to read it.