A/N: Like most of you asked for, here's part 2 to Broken Glass. I don't think this really turned out the way I wanted, but I hope it's satisfactory for you guys. Reviews make me happy!

Broken Glass Part 2

I didn't feel like doing anything, let alone going to school, but my mom insisted that I go.

"You've already missed enough, you're going to have a ton of work to make up," was her excuse. Monday morning I rolled myself out of bed and into the bathroom, stripping off my pajamas and stepping into the shower. I let the warm water roll down my skin and soak my hair. I sighed, thinking again about Uncle Ralph, and I almost started crying again. I swallowed my tears, finishing my shower and stepping out, drying myself off. I went back into my room, pulling on some boxers and my khaki pants and red collared shirt, the ugliest uniform to ever walk the Earth. I grabbed my navy blue Degrassi jacket, my backpack and my keys to Morty, and walked downstairs and out the front door, mumbling a goodbye to my mom on the way out.

I sat in my normal seat in Dawes' class and slid down in my seat, wanting to become as invisible as possible. Which was almost impossible. Clare walked into the room, kissing me on the cheek and giving me a small smile as she sat down in her seat. The turned around in her seat to look at me, looking sympathetic.

"Are you okay now?" She asked quietly. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to look her in the eye.

"Not really," I answered honestly. She put her hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off, not intending to be rude. Clare pursed her lips and turned, facing the board right as Dawes walked in.

"Okay class, let's get reviewing for your test on Friday," she said as she began writing on the board. She abruptly stopped and turned to look at the class, locking eyes with me.

"It's nice to have you back Mr. Goldsworthy," she said with a small smile. I gave her a small nod in acknowledgement.

"Now, who knows why Juliet killed herself?"

I stared at my somber reflection in the mirror, straightening my black tie, and sighing. My mom, dad and I were going to my Uncle Ralph's funeral. Clare had called earlier today, asking when the funeral was, and telling me that she was going to come. I smiled slightly when she told me that. Clare was amazing. She was willing to come with me and my depressed butt to my dead uncle's funeral because she knew how much he meant to me.

"Eli!" My dad's voice called from downstairs. "Come on, it's time to go!" I glanced at myself one more time in the mirror before going downstairs, met with my mom and dad's sad expressions. There was a knock on the door and I opened it to see Clare standing there. I smiled at her, my first real smile in almost a week and she smiled back, stepping forward and hugging me. I hugged her back tightly, burying my head in her auburn curls and inhaling her sweet vanilla scent.

"Thanks Clare," I whispered into her hair.

"Of course Eli. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't?"

I sat there in the front row of the church, staring at the giant picture of Uncle Ralph that stood in front of his closed casket. You would think by now my tear ducts would have run dry, but apparently not. I felt my eyes welling up with tears and I blinked them away, but one escaped, rolling slowly down my cheek. Clare glanced over at me, noticing the tear, and she slowly reached over and intertwined her fingers with mine. I smiled weakly at her and focused my attention back to the front of the church where the minister stood.

"Raphael Walter Goldsworthy was very loved by his family, friends and the community. He spent most of his time helping others; donating to charities, helping in soup kitchens, and reading to young children at the library. When he wasn't doing that, he was spending time with his family, taking them on outings and trips. He didn't deserve to be taken from the world as such a young age. Now, Raphael's nephew Elijah Goldsworthy will say a few words about him."

Clare rubbed my arm encouragingly and smiled. I walked up to the front of the church and turned to face the people, all of whom looked as miserable as I. I took a deep breath and started speaking.

"Uncle Ralph was the best uncle a kid could wish for. He was always there when I needed help or when things got tough, and he was pretty much a best friend to me. We'd go places together; to amusement parks, concerts and many random trips to Starbucks, most of which ending with spilled coffee. " A few chuckles could be heard through the crowd. "The day before…" my voice caught in my throat, "before I heard the news, I remember asking my mom when Uncle Ralph was going to come visit again. Which was kind of a stupid question because he normally dropped by without so much as a phone call, surprising us all with smiles and random gifts. I feel like someone has stabbed me with a jagged-edged knife and pulled it out roughly, leaving me with a gaping hole in my heart. No one and nothing could ever fill the space there. Uncle Ralph was a big part of my world and I'll never forget him." I turned to his casket, placing my hand on top of it and visualizing him inside of it. "Uncle Ralph, I…I love you." My voice cracked and tears started streaming from my eyes. "Rest in peace."

I bolted out of the church, wiping my never-ending tears on the sleeve of my dress shirt. I burst through the doors, running down the stairs and out to the parking lot, plopping myself on the curb, laying my head in my hands. I sobbed, my body convulsing. I saw Clare's figure sit down beside me though my tears and she wrapped her arms around me. I turned and hugged her, staining her dress with my salty tears.

"I'll never see him again Clare," I cried in-between my sobs. She held me tightly and patted my back, whispering "shh, shhh" in my ear. After about a half an hour, I cried myself dry, and as the people walked out of the church they gave me condolences. I whispered thanks back to each one of them, but the giant hole in my heart never stopped hurting. It never did and it never will.

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