Bethany Taylor

Do Good.

I’d intended to say goodbye to the pathetic life I was living. Green eyes danced across the waves rolling in and out in the distance, the chilled sensation of water dusting my ankles keeping my mind sharp. What was the point to continue forward? A dead-end job with vacation I couldn’t use, an empty social life, an even greater void in my heart when it came to love; everything seemed pointless in those moments. My chest expanded as I drew in a deep breath, holding it greedily within my lungs before steam twisted from the edges of my lips.