Tears from Above
Jess sat in the treehouse with his head in his hands, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Two weeks. Two weeks since Leslie died. It was painful and sad. Why had he accepted Ms. Edmonds' invitation to the museum that day? "Can Leslie come with us?" is what he should have said. Should, not could. Jess's shoulders started shaking with renewed sobs.
All of a sudden, he felt a drop of water hit his head. He looked up, expecting rain. What he saw was far from it. What Jess saw, was the sunshine he'd thought would be gone from his life forever. The platinum blonde hair of his best friend was hanging around her face in her usual chin-length cut. "Leslie?" he sputtered as his eyes widened.
"Jess!" By the time Jess stood up, Leslie was already down on the floor of the treehouse, pulling him into a hug. "I missed you, Jess!" She pulled away, only to hug him again. By now, Jess had recovered and hugged Leslie back, proving she wasn't a figment of his imagination.
"Leslie? But, you're dead. I went to your memorial service. I was at your wake. I cried, Leslie. I couldn't be the strong king of Terabithia anymore. I just-" Jess was cut off. His mouth was suddenly occupied. Then it hit him.
Leslie Burke was kissing him. That's when his mind shut down.
Jess began kissing back. And when they came up for air, he pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you, Jess." Came Leslie's voice in his ear. He closed his eyes and hugged harder.
"I love you, too, Leslie."