Disclaimer: Tim Burton (who I am secretly stalking), Nelvana, and Geffen Entertainment own the rights to Beetlejuice, all related characters and content, and my heart. Please don't sue me. Thank you.
The first thing Lydia unwrapped when she got to her new apartment was her mirror. When she first set it up she had glanced hopefully into it, but was only greeted by her own reflection. Sadly, she sighed and turned to the job at hand.
A week of unpacking passed much more quickly than two weeks of packing. The day she was to leave she woke up at three in the morning to do a last check of the apartment and her luggage. Her flight left at 7:00 so she had two hours before she had to be at the airport.
Everything was where it should be. Lydia collapsed onto the couch for some last minute soul-searching. She stared at the plane tickets in her hand, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Inevitably, her thoughts turned to a certain "Ghost with the Most." Damn. Try as she might, she just could not stop thinking of him. She couldn't believe it had been three weeks with no word from him. She considered summoning him, if for no other reason than to say goodbye. Lydia respected him too much to call him against his will, though. Sadly, she rose from the couch and collected her bags.
As she turned to close and lock the door, she happened to glance into her bedroom and caught sight of her mirror. There Beetlejuice stood, staring at her. He had known when she was leaving somehow and had come…why? She opened her mouth to summon him, but he held up his hand.
Though Lydia would have heard him if he had spoken, no sound escaped his lips. He gazed at her sadly for a moment, and as tears began to spill down Lydia's cheeks he mouthed a single word to her.
"Goodbye."
Lydia let out a sigh and held her hand to her mouth, more to stop herself calling out his name than to hide her tears. She closed her eyes for a moment, just a moment, to regain her composure. When she opened them again, he had gone.
She dropped to her knees, throwing open one of her cases and digging frantically through it. After a few seconds she found what she was looking for. She snapped her case shut, clutching her spider brooch in her hands. She kissed it softly and whispered "goodbye, Beej" before pinning the brooch to her jacket and standing. Lydia took one last look at her mirror and left.