I saw him. Everyday. In the halls. With his head down. Eyes to the floor. He was quiet. Didn't talk much. Sat in the very back of the class and alone at lunch. Bullied. Verbally abused. Sometimes beaten. I saw it all. And what did I do? Nothing. And I regret this everyday of my life. But how did the pressured girl and the bullied boy come to meet? To be bestfriends? Lovers even? Well, once upon a time...