[ She's already there, waiting inside on one of the few pews that are still in one piece. She's a small figure, and perhaps not immediately recognizable due to being wrapped in a cloak that is too large for her, but the cloak itself should be remembered should he try. It's his after all.
Just outside the doors, hanging from a rusted but ornate knob is her rosary. He had promised he would return her prayers to her with a kiss, and she is holding him to it.
When she hears the crunch of footsteps just outside, Anne stands but doesn't turn, clutching the cloak tightly around her. ]
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Just outside the doors, hanging from a rusted but ornate knob is her rosary. He had promised he would return her prayers to her with a kiss, and she is holding him to it.
When she hears the crunch of footsteps just outside, Anne stands but doesn't turn, clutching the cloak tightly around her. ]