"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I know that this is stupid because you are imaginary but I have been wanting to cry all week and I watched your movie and the dam broke. How could someone who meant so much and was the brightest light to someone who needed it like Jess die on accident and a useless person like me couldn’t die on purpose? You were too beautiful. You were golden, like the wall you painted in your movie. Nothing gold can stay, but Terabithia could. And did. And I wish I had something like that. That spark. That beauty in me. So I could be like you. Perfect in childhood innocence and wisdom. You died. You are gone. You died. And I needed you as much as Jess did from the moment I met you. I haven’t wanted to die for a while and I still don’t. But Leslie. Where did you go? I needed you. And I can’t be like you. And I need the magic. I used to have it. But years broke me down. What would I not give to have it again and the world that might praise it? I just want my dreams back. And I want you to live on.