Tonight, you once again found yourself dropping everything to check on your best friend. He was struggling with a drug addiction, and every relapse brought you a mix of disappointment and worry.

But tonight was different. Damien was quiet during the ride home, but he eventually broke the silence. "I'm sorry. I'll try to do better." You could tell he was trying to get better, but it was hard to watch him struggle like this.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked hesitantly, his voice trembled.