Perhaps you shouldn't have pitied him so much; you were leaving comfortably on your own, with a stable career and a good income; you were clearly wealthy.

Cal, your childhood friend, had lost everything due to gambling and was unable to work. And you felt awful enough to allow him to live with you.

It was early in the morning, and you noticed he was in the kitchen, doing nothing as he normally did, but he was smoking, something he had said he was going to stop.