[She closes her eyes. She should have let him leave. Then again, for what? Just to get back here a week later or spend god knows how many days waiting for him to call?]
Don't.
[She looks up at him, eyes open, full of tears, but not looking away.]
You don't want it to be your fault, right? I think we should be friends. I want you in my life. I hope you want me in yours.