Jess worked for what seemed like an eternity to make sure that the bridge was absolutely perfect. He knew that it would be an insult to Leslie's memory if he put together a mediocre bridge that had a chance at falling apart. No, there had to be something that would last forever.

May Belle stood by, not saying anything, which was as quiet as she ever was, or ever would be. She just watched him with an expression on her face that, to Jess, showed both fascination and confusion.

Once he finished, he stepped back to have a look at it. 'I think Leslie would be proud,' he thought.

He turned to May Belle and took her hand as the two stepped across the bridge.

"Shhh," he said. "Look."

"Where?"

"Can't you see 'um?" he whispered. "All the Terabithians standing on tiptoe to see you."

"Me?"

"Shhh, yes. There's a rumor going around that the beautiful girl arriving today might be the queen they've been waiting for." [1]

May Belle looked up at him, then looked back to the outstretched land in front of her, now filled with people looking up at her. All of them were smiling, and some were whispering to one another.

"Wave to them, Queen May Belle," said Jess.

She waved in her most queen-like fashion, looking like Brenda or Ellie pretending to be the Queen of England. But no, May Belle was an actual queen of something far more beautiful in Jess's eyes.

Then one small figure stepped out of the crowd, closer to May Belle and Jess. At first it was hard to tell it it was a boy or a girl. The person had short hair like a boy's and wore boy's clothes, but also had the soft features of a female. Then it dawned on Jess.

It was her.

Leslie stood there, smiling and waving back. Jess was amazed. It looked as though nothing had happened, as though she hadn't died. She looked absolutely perfect.

"It's her, Jess! It's Leslie!" May Belle exclaimed.

"Shhh."

They saw Leslie giggle, just like she would when she and Jess were together, except they didn't hear anything.

Leslie waved one more time, then vanished, she was gone quicker than the blink of an eye. But Jess could still feel her presence, the magic of Terabithia was still working. Jess had always known that the magic only worked when Leslie was there, and he was right. For though she wasn't in Terabithia physically, her spirit would remain there forever, and so would the magic.

[1] Paterson, Katherine. "Thirteen: Building the Bridge." Bridge to Terabithia. New York, NY: HarperCollins, 1977. 191. Print.