Disclaimer: I'll never own Bridge to Terabithia and The Scientist.

I had to find you, tell you I need you,

Tell you I set you apart

Mary Aarons had always been worried about her son. Sometimes, she acted like she didn't care. Truth was, she had genuine care for all her children, just that she didn't want to show it, Jack Aarons made her. He wanted their children to be independent, not to be treated like they were still babies. It would spoil them. But, after the death of their son's best friend – the only friend that they had ever seen him with – things had changed.

Jess often sought comfort in the woods – Terabithia as they had called it. It was a sanctuary of peace and serenity, something only she and their kingdom could give. They tried, tried hard to help Jess move on. They even brought him to a psychologist, but it didn't help. He was the only one who could help himself, but how can the wounds heal when he doesn't even want them to?

Five years had been a really long time, yet the memories were still intact, so fresh like he was watching a movie play itself on a channel countless times. Jess remembered how fast he ran, how hard he tried to believe that it would bring her back. Maybe, if I just tried harder, it would have…

Even Terabithia's magic couldn't do anything.

"Jesse?" May Belle called out. "Are you there?" She tried once more.

No one replied. He must be out in the woods again.

At a young age, May Belle could feel her brother's sorrow. She too had once blamed herself for what had happened to Leslie, something that she had said about the devil and how one's soul would go to hell if one didn't read the bible. That had been such a childish thought, but coincidental enough because she died a few days after that was mentioned. Did Leslie die because of that? No, of course, May Belle wasn't too much of the little girl she used to be to be convinced of that. It simply had been Leslie's time to go.

May Belle tried to be the queen her brother wanted her to be, but she couldn't outweigh Leslie. Leslie was like a goddess on earth, her brother worshipped her. May Belle acted on her brother's instructions on how a queen should talk and act, but still, it wasn't enough to get Jess move on. May Belle knew that Jess just used her as a distraction, but it just frustrated him more.

She got her jacket and crept down the stairs slowly so to not wake anyone up. Looking at her watch, it read three o'clock. May Belle started to wonder why Jess would always go out at around three in the morning.

Upon reaching her destination, May Belle saw him kneeling in front of something. What is it? She asked herself. She made careful and cautious steps so he wouldn't notice her and freak out. When she finally got a clear view, it was like a stand made up of wooden planks. A bouquet of roses on top of it and a wreath with Nothing Crushes Us written in gold paint.

It's today…

The thirteen year old finally realized that today was her fifth death anniversary. How fast time flies, she thought. Yet not that fast to erase his pain.

She looked for a spot where she could sit and observe what Jess was going to do next. When she found one, unfortunately it started to rain. She suddenly made a surprised noise but fortunately it didn't startle Jess, because he didn't seem to hear it. Despite the raindrops cascading down Jess' cheeks, May Belle could still see the tears.

"I'm sorry. Leslie, I – please… Why? I've been asking the same goddamn question for five years. Why?" He began to cry, the words that had followed were inaudible for May Belle. Without noticing, tears began to stream down her own face. She couldn't do anything to take that sorrow away from him, no matter how much she wanted.

Jess stood up and ran. It startled May Belle that she automatically started running after him. He was a fast runner, she knew that well. She almost gave up, but he suddenly stopped and fell on his knees.

"Leslie…" he started, and cried like a little boy who was separated from his mother. "I… I have to find you… Come back to me… Leslie, please, I need you. I need you, it's hard. This is torture. You are torturing me Leslie… I don't know what to do anymore. I can't think straight anymore. I tried to pretend that I could live without you… that I have moved on, but can't they see? I CAN'T! You're haunting me Les… Every single day, every breath that I breathe is punishment. You should be the one breathing that breath. We should've entered middle school and high school together with stupid smiles plastered on our faces. I should be having trouble with bullies and you should be helping me out," he stopped talking for a moment and sobbed. It was such a cold, cold morning. The rain got harder, May Belle scooted a little closer.

"I – I should have asked you out... We should have been dating right now, that is, if you were going to say yes," he said, letting out a small laugh, "I would have asked you out on all the school's dances. God. I love you so much Leslie… So much that it's driving me crazy."

May Belle wondered if Jess' heart still had the chance of healing. She had never seen someone so in love before. She had never seen someone still emotionally attached to someone who had been dead for five years. Leslie Burke had put a spell on her brother without even knowing it.