3rd person
"Goodbye."
Lydia played it again.
"Goodbye."
And, again.
"Goodbye."
And, again.
"Goodbye."
Her thumb pressed the screen until her skin turned blue.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Then, when the sun is about to loom above the horizon, her lips are dry and parched, but they slowly part and the words she always wants to say finally departs as if they are cool, morning air.
"Goodbye, Yoyo."
She almost smiles.
"Goodbye."
