Taking out filth

Outside Beckfrist Hospital, Ken sat on the ground, cleaning his face like a dog licking its wound. He had been hit on the head, chest, and stomach with a strict warning from the head guard never to approach Mila again. All this was done in daylight, and nobody cared to stop and help him.

Fixing his glasses back on his face, Ken sat on the ground, thinking about his life- the decisions he had made that brought him to his present situation.

"I miss you so much, Mila. I miss us," he exhaled, relaxing his head on the wall beside him. He wanted to take his time and think, cry for his love.

But a security guard from the hospital stepped outside with a frown on his face. "Get out of there, young man! We don't take in beggars," the security guard shooed, waiting behind to make sure the young man left.