Hello! So here's the deal with this fic, it's sad. Like I cried just writing it. It won't be sad the entire time, but it will be the majority. And it's going to jump from flashbacks to present time, so it may be a bit confusing at first. Just bear with me. Also, IT'S ANOTHER MULTICHAP! Yayyyy! This chapter is based off of Glee's episode entitled 'Funeral.' I took a couple lines from it because it fit the story. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own HTR. If I did, it wouldn't have gotten cancelled.

Zander POV

I walked through the large double doors and down the aisle. I've never been to church before. It's not like it don't believe in God, I just don't go to church. But this time, I had no choice. I refused to miss this, for my best friend needed me right now.

"Hello, are you Zander Robbins?" An elderly woman came up and asked me.

"Um yeah, I am."

"Follow me." She brought me to the first pew. "The family would like you to sit with them."

I sat down and waited patiently for Stevie to come join me. After about 15 minutes everyone stood as Stevie, her parents, and three of her older brothers walked out and joined me at the pew. Stevie sat next to me, me on the end. She took a shaky breath as the ceremony started.

I suddenly saw Stevie get up and walk towards the microphone. I must've zoned out for a little while. I saw Stevie open her notebook and lean in towards the mic as she started her speech.

"Cory was my best friend. He was always there for me. I knew I could always count on him. Out of all of my brothers, he and I were by far the closest. We almost never fought. It was almost like we shared a brain sometimes. I miss that. I miss sharing a brain with him. I miss our late night talks. I miss—"She took a deep breath, trying to contain herself, "I miss my brother." She started to cry. "He was my other half. I don't know what I'm going to do without him." She couldn't control it anymore. Her tears were flowing like a waterfall. She wasn't the only one; everyone in the church had shed a tear or two.

I wasn't really sure what to do, but I knew that Stevie would hate herself if she didn't finish this speech. I knew she needed my help. I got up from my seat and walked over towards the microphone. I took the speech out of Stevie's hand, cleared my throat, and began reading, picking up where she left off.

"When you love someone as much as I loved Cory, it feels like you're attached to them. Like an invisible tether. And no matter how far away you are you can always feel them. But now every time I reach for that tether, I know no one is on the other end. I feel like I have lost a part of me. But I have to remember what Cory always said to me. He said 'Live life with no regrets.' And no matter how guilty I felt, I'll always remember that. All I ask for is one more hug. That's all I want. One final embrace. Just 10 more seconds. But I can't have that. And that, in itself, kills me. But I know that I can't dwell on the fact that Cory is gone. He would kill me if I did. So from now on, I will just miss him. I love you Cor, rest in peace."

Wow. I myself am close to tears. I can't even imagine how Stevie must feel right now. Her and her family are crying their hearts out, even her father. I grabbed her and squeezed her tight. I can feel her tears on the back of my neck. It breaks my heart. We walked back to the pew as the priest finishes the ceremony. Stevie was still holding my hand as we walked out of the church, her tears still flowing.

As she was pulled away to say hello to her family, I got into my car and started to drive away. But I stopped when I heard a knock on my window. I rolled it down. It was Stevie.

"Hey Steves, what do you need?" I asked gently.

"Please, don't leave me Zander." She said before bursting into tears again.

I got out of my car and hugged her tightly again.

"I'll stay with you for as long as you need." I whispered into her ear. I rubbed circles on her back and tried to calm her down. As I was doing this I came to a rather heart breaking realization. Stevie was never going to be the same. She will always be the girl that thinks she killed her brother. She will always be broken.

Did you like it? Hate it? Should I continue? Let me know!

P.S. Be honest with me. Who cried? I did…