[Jesse doesn't notice the rosary until he's reaching for the door, and then he stops and carefully disentangles it from the knob. He holds it up to the light, his eyes welling up as he thinks back to that promise. It seems a long time ago, now. Simpler times. But he can't imagine what would have driven him to go back on his word, either. How could he have killed himself without at least returning it to her?
He sniffs, gathering himself up, and opens the door. It's dark inside, and it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust once he's closed the door behind him. Slowly, he steps down the aisle with the rosary clutched in his fist, pressed to his heart. When his eyes find her in the dim light, he approaches, timid and unsure.]
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He sniffs, gathering himself up, and opens the door. It's dark inside, and it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust once he's closed the door behind him. Slowly, he steps down the aisle with the rosary clutched in his fist, pressed to his heart. When his eyes find her in the dim light, he approaches, timid and unsure.]