In the lonesome period after Annabelle purged me from her life and destroyed my heart in the process, my fits of melancholy had complete control over me. Any vitality I had left was wiped away by the freezing cold weather. I no longer made any attempt to make myself presentable. To make matters worse, Anna still had my best coat.
In an attempt to outrun my depressive episodes I took up traveling. I did quite a bit of traveling in fact. I went most places where a man could ponder life’s questions in solitude, but that got boring after a while. I needed something with more stimulation. A month or so after Anna sent me the letter, I saw an advertisement in the university paper for a theatre performance by one of our drama groups. It was being held in the city because the university had no th
