Clare's POV:
We all stood around the grey casket being lowered into the ground. I couldn't really feel anything.
I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Fitz stabbed himself.
I couldn't comprehend that his body was in the casket, and there was nothing I could do about it.
In his will, he wrote the most touching, depressing things.
"All of my earnings go to my uncles and aunts, or any relative who actually bothers to show up to my funeral. Honestly, I don't care what the hell you do with my stuff, or my money. I just have one request. Leave my love to Clare Edwards, the girl I'll never have."
It wasn't until nine people I didn't know ran up to me and hugged me that I realized I was sobbing gently.
If I had any idea that he'd felt this way, I would've put it gently.
I killed Fitz. I killed his dreams, his motivation, and all the rest of him. I cried on Eli's shoulder.
"It's okay.." he soothed. I looked up.
"No it's not! It's my fault! He killed himself because of me." I sobbed. Eli sighed and rubbed my back.
General POV:
Owen stood up to say a few words. He rested his elbows on a podium, and cleared his throat, gaining the respect of the audience.
"Hello, everybody. Thank you for coming today, I wanted to say a few words about my friend. He was loyal, and even though his head was rock hard, his heart was made a gold. He was there whenever I needed him." he stopped, and caught his breath. He'd been crying. "You know, sometimes I wish it was me. He was such a good, caring person, and I was an ass to him! Why couldn't it be me?" he cried out. A pair of heels started to click and he looked up.
"What, Clare?" he said. Her face softened.
"I thought the same thing. He was so good, we just never gave him a chance. But for whatever reason, he didn't feel like he belonged here. That reason, we don't know. But he...he wouldn't be happy if he were here today. He had to be let go of." she whispered the last part. He avoided her gaze.
"B-but he needed me, and I wasn't there. He had no shoulder to lean on. He needed someone to...I don't know, save him from himself." Owen said. Clare rested a hand on his shoulder.
"He didn't want that. He wouldn't want this!" Clare cried, gesturing mourners.
"He would want a simple sendoff, with a few good words." Owen pointed out.
"I think we should give him that." Clare whispered.
At the park, many Degrassi students stood in a circle. In the middle was a box of Fitz's belongings, sitting in the dirt with a picture of him on top. They joined hands.
"Whatever the reason was, I'm sure it was a good one. We miss ya, Fitz. You were a good kid." Eli said, trying not to cry.
"It's hard, you know, seeing someone in the street one day, the next in your coffin. It's a...a shame you had to go, man." Adam choked.
"I didn't know you all that well, but somehow I miss you. I think you had a great life ahead of you." Holly J. sobbed.
"You're still my best friend, even if you are dead." Owen croaked. He earned some chuckles with that one.
"I can't help but feel like this is my fault. But you had too much pain, it needed to be eased. I just wish you could be here today, up to your usual mischief." she cried, chuckling with the last part. She got more chuckles.
"Don't steal my thunder, toots." Owen joked, tears spilling out. Clare laughed weakly. They tightened the grip on each other's hands and perfected their circle.
"We love you, Fitz." they all whispered.
