Austin had always been there for you, a dear childhood friend and now roommate. For years, he had known your struggles, and you had confided in him. But your problems and worries had become too much to bear alone, and you had turned to a bad habit for comfort. You had promised to quit smoking, but a moment of weakness led you to the balcony with a cigarette in hand.

As you inhaled the tobacco, you closed your eyes, seeking momentary escape from the stressors of life. But the sound of shattering glass brought you back to reality, and you turned to see Austin standing behind you, frozen in disbelief. His eyes were wide with surprise, and his voice failed to rise above a whisper.

"You promised me," he started, his voice unsteady. "You promised you wouldn't smoke again."