Jesse Aarons took a last look at his final painting for the day. He had drawn it as an afterthought, but reflected it didn't look half bad. Well, of course it didn't look bad. He had done every detail in exact perfection…though he didn't like to boast. Everyone said he was one of the best painters in their small city, but Jess was determined not to let that get to his head. He wiped his hands on his smock and began to wash out his paint brushes. After he was finished, he looked back at the picture. Smiling slightly, he picked it up and placed it inside of a large closet in which he kept most of those kind of pictures. Those were the kind of pictures he spent the most time on, but made no money on. They were the pictures of his memories and of a kingdom that only two children ruled. So as he locked up and left, there was only one person to see the freshly painted portrait where two children stood hand in hand on a bridge. Only one person could know what the paintings meant to Jesse Aarons. And that person was a young girl by the name of Leslie Burke.
The End
A/N: Haha, I left some room for the reader to wonder a bit. :-D
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I might be writing another Bridge to Terabithia story soon...I haven't quite decided yet. But until then,
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