It’s been 3 years since Leslie died. Jess can’t get over it. After, he goes home and gets his boots. Sure, his best friend isn’t…there anymore but he still goes everyday in memory of her. She brought out the best in him. Jess sighs and looks at the sky as he sits on the bridge of Terabitha they once built together. “Oh Leslie, if only you could see this now. We made your wishes come true. But the only wish that hadn’t been granted is that you got to see it.” He looks at the sunset.