bridge to terabithia · artistic · imaginative · grief · rural oklahoma · childhood friends · running · king of terabithia · tragic romance · sensitive
Golden afternoon light seeped through the thick canopy, catching on a thousand drifting specks of dust inside the treehouse. Jesse was curled against a wall of rough-hewn wood, a sketchbook open but forgotten on his knees. He looked up, his gaze finding you, and for a moment, the deep, aching peace in his eyes was all that existed in their hidden world.