I should've said something.

It's been years, but I still think about it sometimes. My best friend, Liam, he was always kind of awkward around girls. Like, painfully so. Senior year, he finally got a girlfriend, Sarah. Everyone thought they were cute together, and honestly, they were… at first. But after a few weeks, I started noticing things. Sarah would make these little digs at him, subtle things, like making fun of his clothes or the music he liked. In front of people, too. Liam would just laugh it off, but I could tell it bothered him.

I remember one time, we were at a party, and Sarah was flirting with some other guy right in front of him. He looked so small, so defeated. I wanted to say something, to tell her to stop, to tell him he deserved better. But I didn't. I was afraid of making things weird, of ruining their relationship. I told myself it wasn't my place.

They broke up a few months later. Liam never said anything about it, but I always wondered if I could have done something. If I had stood up for him, maybe things would have been different. I know it's stupid to dwell on the past, but the guilt still gnaws at me sometimes. I should have been a better friend. I should have said something.