His Ascension

Betrayed by love

Ken tossed from one edge of his small bed to the other. The tiny square bed like the ones used in dormitories squeezed itself by the left corner of the small room. Underneath the bed was his luggage bag, the few shoes he owns, and some stuff. A small wooden table accommodated his books, a loaf of bread, and a can of soda. The only stool in the room held up his dirty clothes and an old school bag. The only space he had was by the right. He usually pulls his stool and table to that corner to study. His abode was a tiny single apartment, a few meters away from his high school.Ken adjusted the heart-shaped brown pillow that supported his neck and faced the white ceiling with a sigh. He pulled the strand of his jet black hair making its way to his face and placed it behind his ear. He rolled his forest green eyes around and blinked repeatedly. The waves of anxiety were enveloping him.He darted his gaze to the left and caught the ugly opening on the glass window glaring at him. The rag ha