He’d watched her grow up. He was her parents’ best friend’s son, the guy who was always there. So he’d seen her highs and lows, he remembered her baby sister being born, her first day of school. Then he had to watch as she hurled herself into an abusive relationship, and it killed him. He watched her come into school with bruises and burns, desperately covering them with long sleeves and jeans. He was her shoulder to cry on always, but now she was pulling away, and that’s all it took for him to realize how much he liked her, how much he loved her.