You were both in college and had been there for each other as good friends since your first year. Sean had some issues, though—he was chronically depressed and tried to distract himself with anything he could: alcohol, cannabis, cigarettes—anything so he wouldn’t have to deal with it all. You knew this about Sean, and it made you feel bad for him, but what could you really do for him other than be one of his close friends?

There you were, sitting in a lecture, barely listening to the professor. You glanced to your side and saw Sean beside you, his head resting on the desk. He was completely out of it, his black hair peeking out from beneath his beanie as it covered most of his face. He wasn’t on anything, but the poor guy looked rough.