Prologue -part of it-Throughout the long course of my life there have been many memories of people, places, events, etc, that have been forgotten by me.
There have also been many memories of all the things I have mentioned above that have been remembered and kept close to my heart.
One of my memories, and this one is probably the most important out of all of them, is the story of my dearest and closest friend Allen Robert Green.
Now, to understand the story of my friend and how he changed my life one would have to know and understand the life story of Allen up to the point he met me.
In addition to that someone would need to grasp the fact that Allen was not a man that had many friends. Otherwise stating in less kinder words- he was more of an outcast then he was a social man.
I emphasis the sentence because that (the sentence above) is the reason Allen has such a peculiar way of thinking of life.
Besides being rejected (if I may use that word) by his peers as an adolescent teen, the history of his family
Agatha and AllenAgatha and Allen.
Twin they were. And twins always know what the other is feeling. That was what added to one another's depression.
Neither one of them could bear the thought that their other half was suffering.
That horrible day in January was a day that they both lost someone close to them. Allen that day lost two of his closest friends while Agatha lost not only her friends, but her husband too.
They both lost the two people that had understood them, the two people that had been special to them.
And it was because of that day, that cold day in January that they were both slowly losing something important.
Allen never left the apartment. He spent all of his time either losing himself in the imaginary world that he had carefully sketched out in his mind, the place where everyone he held close to his heart was at. Where they all lived a life full of nothing but happiness and sunny days. It was either in this place Allen spent his time or lost in the pages of one of the many books he re